I went to Beijing the day after he left me. I still remember that that day was the first performance of the Dome, of course I didn't have a ticket to go in. I went to look at the unfinished Water Cube of the Bird's Nest from a distance. The water cube at that time looked grey and dirty. On the day of the opening ceremony, I texted him and told him that I was so excited to see the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube! I passed by!
He said, I also passed by.
At that time, he had broken up with her for a while. He is considering whether to accept some better candidates.
Later, for half a year, I went to Lijiang to ride horses on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, watch the small bridges and flowing water and the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, drink coffee in the soft sunshine; when I went to Yangshuo, I drifted quietly on the Lijiang River and watched the green mountains and green waters. , Visited the Longji terraced fields in heavy fog, and walked in Guilin for more than a long time; went to the northwest, was in a daze by the magnificent Hukou Waterfall, climbed the picturesque Qilian Mountains at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, in Mingsha Mountain Sandboarding, driving off-road vehicles in the Gobi of Yadan...
During the boring and hypocritical period of middle school, I think it doesn't matter where you go, what matters is who you go with. The person I want can't accompany me, so what's the point of where I go.
But later, I found out that I just want to be on the road, I just want to go far, go to places that I haven't been to, to see scenery that I haven't seen.
Go to Yangshuo, I am alone. I wandered leisurely in the Xanadu Taoyuan alone, waiting for the boat on the Lijiang River in a daze. A person is listening to music and holding a camera. The people who followed the tour group came and left, and no one rushed me. I looked at the scene, the people, the young lovers, the daughter with the mother, and the smiles on everyone's faces when they took pictures. I couldn't help but smile.
I saw a young father holding his young daughter and feeding goldfish by the pond. I stood firmly behind them for a long time. When I was young, my dad held me in this way. Before he could fully remember, he took me on business trips with him. About that established my character that loves to run everywhere.
It turned out to be so good alone quietly.
Frances said, I hope there is a wedding and a family here. They are all realized. Even if it was not her wedding, not her family.
And happiness, happiness in the eyes, is really good, even if it does not belong to oneself.
I was sad that I didn't have shoes, but found that some people still don't have feet.
After losing, how good it is to be able to leave.
So I didn't even want to express. He told me how much my heart hurts when he was going back to the woman who dumped him a year ago. At that moment, I realized that "heart is cut like a knife" is not just an exaggerated expression.
Growth is inherently hurt and injured. Some things are unsolvable. When your lover tells you that I have never loved you. The husband who had been staying together for a few years suddenly had a child with someone else. You ask why, why, why the only one I love is leaving me. Who knows. Despair is a good thing. If there is no hope, you can let yourself forget. Come down and forget it hard.
But how come I still can't bear it. I walked so far, I walked back in the northwest, and they broke up.
I am so heartbroken to fulfill you, I want you to be happy, and want you to be with your first favorite. I said to the person who comforted me, we have to look at this matter from a macro perspective, right~ how dedicated he is to her, how nice they can be together! From a macro point of view, this story could have been fulfilled. But you fucking broke up. So my heartbroken and great sacrifices became meaningless.
There is a home where there are people. If you can't forget it, what's the point of going further.
On the most precarious Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy, people had laid the railroad tracks before there were no trains. Because people know that one day, the train will appear.
And what is it that I want to say.
I no longer look forward to meeting my "happiness" again. Because I can already smile quietly for the happiness of others alone. Time walks quietly, waiting for there is always an end. Maybe one day, he will come to this city and give me a sense of belonging. Or, maybe, it was someone else who made me discover that the time in the future is still so long, long enough for me to fall in love with another person, just like I fell in love with him...
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