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Waiting for you, deep in time

The graceful figure of blue and white porcelain fades in the depth of the smoky rain. Who’s singing in the time: Azure and other smoky rain while I am waiting for you, the smoke of the kitchen rises tens of millions across the river, and the book at the bottom of the bottle is carved to imitate the elegance of the front, just as I foreshadowed for meeting you, at this time the sky was eager to change the rain, while I was walking on the once Bluestone Road, traveling all the way. You know, in the depth of time, someone is waiting for you? Inscription in July, in the dark shadow of the clouds, meditation stands, the blurred smoky rain can always easily evoke a person’s memories. I remember I told you that we should go to see the XINGX in the forest together, catch the reflection of the stream together, and run for the trace of the sunset. It’s just time in a hurry. When we turn back, we are no longer in place. However, the floating memories in the depth of time are not blurred by the washing of time, but become clearer and clearer. Every second you get along with is a perfect past. I can clearly remember the way you laughed, your eyebrows bent, and the tear moles beside the corners of your eyes, which always hide some sadness that I can’t understand. If you and I had gone with the wind at the beginning, can I pretend that you still have you at this time? Ten miles of breeze outside the window, still humming your favorite song like that. Just looking back at the room, the empty surroundings, there is no more you. I can’t see clearly, and I can’t smell it. The years mottled something, leaving only memories of the past. Who did that deep love end? Some people say: when you start reading, parted lives never parted love; When you die, coast to coast. Have I forgotten the agreement that I once traveled to the end of the world together. My childhood promise, where is it buried now? Who said he was holding on to the end of the world and wanted to show me Luoyang flowers; Who said that he was paper umbrella slightly inclined and would like to cover up the wind and rain for me; Who said that he was a white shepherd and played Qiang flute with me; Who said that Chang ‘an native land, no memory without me? Why can I still outline the past so clearly, like staying in the depth of time and drink together freely with you. I got drunk with you half a life. Is it time to wake up after drinking? In the depth of past time love, the interpretation of the past life and the present life, when the clouds disappeared, we knew that the memory was too bitter. Remember that you like to get up early and make a cup of tea and sit at the table. At that time, you only felt that there were too many happiness in this life. You like to put silence into a clear word, engraved in the place where the wine woke up and the intestines were broken. It’s a pity that I couldn’t read your loneliness at that time. I always thought that the everlasting life would not be enough for this kind of day and night, but now I know that no one can keep it until the end. What should go, what should come is still vague. If we had known that time was so easy to let each other down, we shouldn’t have let it go so early. If we could do it again, would we complain less and be more quiet? If we settle our feelings into quiet and trivial times, brew our days into smooth and simple memories, and condense our smiles into the eternal trust and sincerity, will our time stay longer? I’m just afraid that there is no smell of you in the air now. I can only write my mind as a rainstorm and let it wet myself, because the umbrella holder in my life has gone far away. Maybe in this life, I can no longer find the same person as you, so I can only let my heart be barren. Even if it is full of weeds, I am not willing to plant any flower. Sometimes, it only takes a moment to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. The years are too long and too cold. I am afraid that one day my memory will be taken away by time. I am afraid that I will slowly forget the time with you in time. I am afraid that I will love someone crazily again, I am afraid that my heart can no longer reserve a place for you. Therefore, the only thing I can do is to wait for you silently in the depth of time, in the rain of apricot flowers and in the blue sky without Zhishi. I used to spend too much time with you, and I never knew that the most bitter thing in the world was waiting. I always thought that your warmth would be lower than the wind and frost of the years, making me bright and strong. But only then did I know that you are not here, waiting for people to become vicissitudes of life. Even if the gaunt face in the mirror is put on makeup, it is just a forced dress. No matter how warm the love is hidden in the bottom of my heart, it will get cooler without you. I know, dear, my world has long been without you. No one will mention Azure’s words again. A smoky rain will wet the traces you left. I wrote a pen and wrote my mind, but I couldn’t reply to you with little love between the lines. Trembling with memories, I found that my mind was full of hopeless sadness. If we could go back to the past, I wouldn’t read your memories so bitterly. I want to take you to the Qingshi road I first met. I hold up a paper umbrella and stand by the bridge to see you coming from a distance covered in wind and rain. Or play with you, sing songs with a song, and listen to a piece of “golden thread”. I want to take you through Chang’an, and then look for a good agreement. I will spend ground screen of my time, not forget the past, not deeply recall my sadness, retrieve me, and remember you. Just stay in late autumn and play the flute with you, watching the scenery all over the world. Deep in the fireworks, who is singing? Is it really doomed to meet you in this life? I buried myself in the memory and put my life in the waiting, such as the blue sky waiting for the smoky rain. I know, maybe you will come back, maybe, you won’t. But in addition to the bright and sad life, I only have the magnanimous vicissitudes of life. I can’t leave all this behind, because there is still a little concern in my heart. Something. If you miss it, you may not be able to recover it. If you are doomed, it will be difficult to change it. However, if the ending is too annoying, I would rather tear off that page to make it less tragic and more happy. I wait for you and run aground in the past few years; I wait for you, standing in the pavilion and looking out of sight; I wait for you, in this rainy season when flowers bloom; I wait for you, in the depth of the cycle of time, I think, every story should have a good ending, and all the missing memories in the world should turn into the emotion of making people laugh and cry. Deep in the distant time, I buried an expectation about waiting. When Azure rains, look back and you will find that there is a figure waiting for you in the depth of time! Text/adeline laughing drunk

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