I can never lose you

2014Level English College Zhao Ruoyi

“I was so ignorant, I can never lose you.

Only in your arms can I dream and live like a child. ”

That year, I went to distant places alone, saw many places, and walked a long way. When I finally returned to my hometown, the summer mood had changed into autumn colors, and crisp yellow leaves filled the paths in the yard.

My hometown is in Jinan, an old city famous for its spring water and summer rain lotus.

All old cities have a generous and gentle face, just like my Jinan. In my impression, she was very small. It only took a few hours to travel from the south to the north of the city. On the map, it was only the size of a pinhead. However, it is such a city that has trapped me and protected me for eighteen years. No matter where I go to the end of the world or to the ends of the sea, she stares at me with a sly smile on her lips. Look at her, she seems so sure that I will come back to her.

I left her over and over again and came back to her again and again.

When I was a child, I loved drinking the water from Black Tiger Spring. My grandfather would go to Black Tiger Spring to fetch water every day and come back to make porridge. The cooked porridge is crystal clear, and from a short distance you can see layers of candied dates, peanuts, white fungus, and raisins hanging like amber. At this time, if you put a spoon down, you will be able to catch a lot of good things. When you put it in your mouth, it will be fragrant and sticky. It sticks softly to the corners of your mouth and the tip of your tongue, making people almost unable to help but lick it over and over again.

Grandma said that porridge must be drunk while it is hot, especially porridge made from spring water. Only when it is drunk hot can it have the fragrance of spring water - I once regarded this as my life creed. At that time, I would go to the dining table after w88 casino every day, eagerly waiting for a bowl of amber-colored rice pudding in my hand, but I was reluctant to drink it. I licked it carefully with my tongue, and scraped the bowl clean after finishing it.

In summer, if you go to the lake to enjoy the cool air, you will definitely see vendors selling lotus seeds. A piece of linen was spread on the ground, with a few green lotus heads still wet with water on it. There was also a small cloth bag in his arms, which was filled with picked lotus seeds. Mom likes to cook with lotus seeds, and I like to put the lotus heads upside down on my head and walk around. The other children laughed at me and made me cry. I ran home wiping tears all the way, only to be laughed at by my mother again. Since then, I have never bought any lotus heads, and I must pick out all the lotus seeds when I eat.

It wasn’t until I grew up that I heard someone read “lower your head to pick up the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water”, and then I recalled the green lotus seeds by the Daming Lake. I have somewhat forgotten the taste, but I still remember the appearance clearly. It was as clear as water.

Weeping willows, flying flowers, painted boats on the March Lake, clear springs, lying lotus, and songs on the July Bridge. Lotus flowers on four sides and willows on three sides, one city full of mountains and half the city mirrored by Lake Lake - this is a hometown painted in the eyes. When I was a child, she took care of me and gave me good sleep night after night; when I grew up and bumped into the corners of the world, she licked my wounds; when all my longings came to nothing, when I stood helplessly in the crowd, when I lowered my head and let the tears flow into my collar, she opened her heart to me and said: Come.

I turned off the lights, sat by the window, and looked at the continuous lights on the viaduct. Roads and wilderness are divided by them, the horizon is outlined by them, and although no one there needs their light, they still shine. That is my city, opening her heart to me: outside the window is the silent light, and inside the window is the silent me. We look at each other in this deep and quiet night, just like I came to her many years ago.

I heard her say: Let’s go.

In those sleepless nights, she guarded me, helped me fulfill this ridiculous dream, and helped me live another life, even if she was not in this life.

My little town.

On the day of departure, I stood in the gradually cooling wind, carrying a heavy suitcase, facing the future alone. I know that in that future there will be no porridge cooked with spring water, no lotus heads, and no lights that stretch to the end of the sky. I left my city and went to a distant place alone.

At this moment, I know that I can never lose you. Every one of your alleys, every clear spring, every locust tree, every bird; your everything is mine, and you are the door that cannot be closed in my memory.

If one day I return to my old city, people and things will still be the same, and she will still be the silent but smart old man, wiping my tears over and over again amid the cheers; the people I love are all healthy, and they will still cook a bowl of hot porridge and deliver it to me.

When that day comes, I can finally sing songs on my way home:

"After passing through youth, I realize that the chapters you have lingered on will never wither,

It took me four seasons to realize that you are the sun and moon that I follow and never set.

Forgive me for being young and unruly and wandering around for half my life.

I can never lose you, I can never lose you. ”