It's a pity that we will meet in the falling season.

10.2, sweet-scented osmanthus fell in the wind, refreshing. At a friend's daughter's party, our family of three went into battle to drink and bless. In the jubilant hall, we met Swallow, our best friend for many years. At first glance, we didn't recognize each other. Fortunately, the other half is around, and her other half and children have never forgotten each other.

In fact, how can I forget, if I forget, my heart should be harder than the hard stone in a dream of red mansions.

When I first met you, I was in that remote mountain village middle school. In the singing contest held by the school, you sang "Song by the Nile", and your silvery voice and elegant manners were deeply imprinted in my heart. There was not much overlap in junior high school. Until the third year of high school, after the division, we all chose liberal arts, because we are all little girls who don't know the taste of sorrow. Cheerful and lively personality makes us unconsciously come together.

The study is dim, and the yearning for the city is dim. We study together, pursue the novels of Qiong Yao and Jin Yong crazily with our boring classmates in Doby, imagine ourselves as the protagonist of the novel, meet the most beautiful love and scenery together, laugh at each other's little thoughts together, and chew those books that are a little boring and sweet together.

In high school, your father was doing business outside, and your clothes were so fashionable. My high school diplomas are all in your sheepskin. You have many Qiong Yao novels, and your composition is also great. There is an essay, Pastoral after Rain, which is read as a model essay by the whole school. You sing very well. You often teach us to sing new pop songs during lunch break. Once, you finished "Walking barefoot in the field" without breathing. After singing, your blushing face and sparkling eyes caused the students to laugh.

Another time, in the afternoon, we quietly skipped class and went to the county seat. We carefully and excitedly shuttled through the streets of Yongfeng Town and staged a real drama in which a village girl came to the city in the late 1980s. We met students from Shuangfeng No.1 Middle School and watched a movie. At that time, we took some photos at the famous Volkswagen photo studio in Satellite Street as the end of that skipping class. Thirty years later, we don't know where we lost our photos, but the omnipotent WeChat circle sent out that dusty memory. Two shy and ambitious girls stood by the dim wallpaper. Without thinking, that moment became eternity.

Black July passed, and we crowded across the wooden bridge with thousands of troops, completing the transfer from rural areas to cities.

Life was slow at that time, but days passed quickly.

In Changsha, one of us is in the east and the other is in the south. We went to Yunlu Palace at the top of Yuelu Mountain, picked the first seven-corner maple drunk under the autumn frost, and then made postcards or bookmarks. Let's go to Dingwangtai Book Fair to catch up with the latest poems and novels, go to Moon Island to watch the outdoor picnic of Qiong Yao's drama series, discuss the taste of school meals together, and go to Normal University or College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to learn the latest dance together. I also helped one of your classmates chase after you in "Close Family", a high school, and designed many weekend trips to betray you.

You came from the internship unit, riding a rusty little woman's bicycle, with a fashionable long wavy shawl, a white shirt tied in a long black dress and a black and white striped bow on the collar. You have bright eyes and light lips, and all the boys in our class are amazed: "There is a smile between red lips and white teeth", and an elf-like swallow dances lightly. You took me into the most luxurious Huatian Hotel in Changsha, and saw the elegant demeanor and scenes of Hunan people entertaining foreign guests. There are two living trees in the only hall in China, and I drank my first cup of milk tea. The fragrance and sweetness of this kind of tea are naturally no different from the red and angry tea now. Next, Hunan cuisine in Binghuolou, and then strolling in the streets of Changsha, we can hear the songs of our youth and see our footprints everywhere.

At that time, even if we went to school in the same city, we communicated in the slowest and most emotional way. Write letters or postcards, write down unspeakable feelings on white stationery, and communicate silently with close friends. In the waiting, it reflects the hope and joy of the person who sent the brocade book in the cloud. We will fold stationery into lovely shapes such as pigeons, paper cranes and rabbits, and there are various ways to stick stamps. Even put a layer of glue on the stamps and recycle them. Your handwriting is vigorous and natural, and your pen is like a snake. When your letter arrived, my classmates always mistakenly thought that I had made a very talented boyfriend and always took stationery to treat me.

After graduation, we all returned to the county seat. We clumsily cook in the single dormitory, comforting the canteen of the unit without oil or salt. Once, we cooked a large piece of delicious beef stew powder and put it in a bowl. The glass bowl exploded and a cooked "duck" flew away. We try to package jiaozi and cook all kinds of food, with strange combinations. These, no matter how hard I try, can't keep up with your talent. The wrapped jiaozi is uglier than mud. You are always so smart that you can learn everything. I can only silently endure the jealousy of standing by.

In the early 1990s, Yongfeng Town, with its palm-sized territory and monotonous amateur life, was like a refined monster beaten back to its original shape by the Monkey King. At that time, the neighborhood committees in the city were at the forefront of fashion and opened the first ballroom and karaoke hall in Shuangfeng. You sang a song in the karaoke bar, and the audience was full of fish jumping around and wouldn't let you go. Singing one song after another becomes your solo night.

Then let's get married separately. You put on my bridal makeup. Roll up the long hair that has been floating for more than 20 years and walk into marriage respectively.

In the middle and late 1990s, the wind of opening up became stronger and stronger, and many western festivals rose quietly in the ancient East. Last April Fool's Day, I called you early in the morning and said that several people would come to your house for dinner in the evening. You rushed to the market to buy food and cooked a table of dishes. As a result, it was a little late and no guests came. Ask me, when you heard me say happy April Fool's Day, you cried. Later, the badness of these friends became a brand in my heart.

You take the accounting certificate. I accompanied the exam several times and went to Loudi. I wish I could go to the examination room to help you cheat. You take the exam at the test center, and I prepare meals at a friend's house to support you as a group of relatives and friends. People say that we are inseparable from each other.

My children call you mom and your children call me mom for so many years. My children have all become deep drifters after graduation. I still remember my sister who was separated when I was a child, and you who were gentle.

I met the wrong person at the right time. You finally left Shenzhen alone with your thin luggage and your daughter's weak hand.

That's a hot spot where one side is famous for its speed and efficiency.

No, your QQ signature is "Single Swallow". For ten or even twenty years, you have been flying alone in the southern sky.

Today, your face has become an old friend who dared not recognize you for a while, but your wings can soar in the storm. You are rooted in the soil like a tall coconut tree by the sea, and a tree can become a forest. You have become the most solid and heavy wall for yourself and your children. Just like your name, you have lived like a swallow in the vast ocean, fearless of wind and rain, without asking east or west.

Maybe, God will always take care of us. What is accompanying you at present is a gentle gentleman. I am a familiar friend. Fate makes you meet, which reminds me of Tsinghua's school motto. Your constant self-improvement and his kindness are just a perfect match after vicissitudes.

In October, autumn has come. Spring flowers and autumn moon, it is always raining in Mao Mao in the sky these days, and the continuous rain is the ultimate picture of beauty: falling flowers are independent, Swift Qi Fei!

Author: Feng Qing, a middle-aged and elderly literary and art worker, has been immersed in martial arts romance novels for a long time and works for a government agency in Shuangfeng County, Hunan Province. This article is published with the authorization of the author.