I thought you were April, but April was a lie.

You are a storm cloud on the earth, and you are everywhere.

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"I say you are an April day on earth, laughter lights up the wind around, and light spirits dance and change in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. ..... You are the flower of the tree, the swallow whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on earth! "

My thoughts, your thoughts

In April, peach blossoms and wheat straw are in full bloom in the mountain temple, which is also the April when they met. At that time, he was taking pictures by Erhai Lake, and the camera turned. Suddenly, a girl appeared in the camera. She sat lazily on the stone, and he watched quietly. He looked at her with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sunset. The lake wind gently brushed the moss, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow at the moment. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on her face, making that smile look warmer and warmer and more healed. The picture was frozen and the lens was shot. In the later life journey, there is always a little poem that she only reads for him-"You are the April day on earth".

Pushing open the door, the sun shone in. He is fiddling with the flowers in the yard. Their golden retriever followed him foolishly. When she opened the door, she ran to have fun. She rubbed her golden hair and put it aside. He does things very seriously. Probably the man who works hard is the most handsome. Although he watches it every day, she still can't open her eyes. He didn't look up, but he waved. She used to give him a big hug and he gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, which has become their daily life. The yard was full of sunshine. She took a plastic hose and sprinkled a rainbow in the yard. The rainbow reflected on her face and his smile. The so-called soul fit is probably what they do: you think what I think.

April has neither the cold of the twelfth lunar month nor the enthusiasm of August. Seemingly tepid, touching.

In the evening, she sat on a cane chair with a book in her hand. He brought her her favorite fruit. They sat on the cane chair and hugged each other. After she sprinkled the water in the yard, Big Golden Hair lay quietly at her feet. As the sun sets, a cool evening breeze blows. She flinched and he hugged her tighter. Her head just leaned against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He rubbed her soft hair, held her face and said with a smile, "Hold me tight, I am your own big heater." The cane chair swayed gently, and the beauty was in her arms. At that moment, time seemed to be moving and static.

He is a photographer, and besides his work, his lens focuses on her; She is a painter, and her works are all about her, about him and about it except her work. Their life is like a stage play, which is updated or repeated every day. When their childhood is gone, they are old and can't stay, they will merge into a painting.

Time pushes forward bit by bit, and their lives are ordinary but warm. She once thought that he was an April day on earth, which gave her warmth, hope, love and everything in the whole spring, so that it affected the whole summer and autumn and winter.

On this day, he was doing something with his head down. The sun shone on his hair, eyelashes, nose and lips. Everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, the harmony of the picture was broken and all his movements stopped. He spilled something in his hand all over the floor and fell straight down. While sleeping soundly, Jin Mao was awakened by the sound. Actually, it was really shocking. It ran to its side, very anxious. It happened that when she came back from sketching, she opened the door and saw him lying lifeless on the ground instead of a warm nest. Panic, fear and helplessness seemed to come to mind at that moment. She didn't dare to touch him, but she couldn't help crying. She tried to keep herself awake and dialed the emergency number with trembling hands.

He, uh, has cancer.

She is sick, too, but she is afraid that it is too late to cherish the disease.

It seems that he is still like every April, with warm arms and a healing smile. It seems that the sick person is not himself. She knew that he was not relaxed at all. He didn't say anything, and she didn't expose it. During these years, they had a wonderful time together. They went to many places they wanted to go before, but they couldn't go because of work, such as Jiangnan, a misty rain, Tibet, the holy land on earth, and Plato's King Santoni of Thailand, as delicate, gentle, pious and free as their love; They rearranged their small yard together. It seems that the yard has changed, but it hasn't. What hasn't changed is that two people and a dog have three meals and four seasons, and sunflowers are everywhere-that's her favorite. There are more photos in the room, but the difference is that he is bald and sometimes wears a hat. Anyway, just be you, as if happiness should be like this.

They have become more interdependent than ever before. They are not passers-by in each other's lives, but unforgettable soul mates.

The planetesimals filled the night sky, very beautiful, very beautiful.

He climbed up a low roof. He can reach it with the ladder in the yard. She didn't see him in the house, so she climbed up with a blanket. She knew he would be here, and this was the place where they could see the future best. She wrapped them in a blanket and leaned gently on his shoulder. He said: "The starry sky is really beyond people's reach. Fortunately, your star will light up my night sky. Even if there is no me next April, there are two stars in my starry sky, one is me and the other is you. " You say I am love, warmth, hope, April day on earth. You know, whether it's the clouds in the morning, the dusk in the evening, or the wind and rain in the mountains and rivers, it's all me, so don't be too sad when you don't have me, just go out and have a look when you miss me, okay? "He scraped her nose with a fake relaxed smile, but he couldn't hide his fatigue. She couldn't say anything, but she felt very painful. She answered him with a sob and a smile: "Good". Under the starlight, they kissed quietly, without any lust. For the rest of his life, this gentleman devoted his tenderness only to alleviating the suffering of lovesickness.

When you want to stop and look back, you find that you can't remember the past or touch the future.

Outside the emergency room, she bit her blue lips hard and her snow-white knuckles clung to her feet. She tried to restrain herself from shaking too much. The ward is full of the sounds of various instruments running, and the voice she fears most-the sound made by the instruments when the heart stops beating.

"I want to go home."

"Very good."

She didn't turn on all the lights at home as usual, only lit a nightlight beside the cane chair. The orange light stretched and fused two figures. The two people in the shadow leaned on each other's shoulders, and one hugged the other tightly. He still gently kissed her on the forehead and wiped the tears from her eyes. This time, he read "You are an April Day on Earth" for her, but this time, the story doesn't start in April. As the song goes, "May you be safe where I can't see you, and may you never lack warm sunshine in winter." He hoped that she would do the same. "I just want you to have a lamp when it is dark and an umbrella when it rains. I wish I could only be your April day. " The cane chair shook and shook, and the world stood still. She feels cold in the dead of winter in April. She hugged him tightly and cried her eyes out.

It has been three months since he left, and she always remembers that he said they must go to see the wonders of Mount Emei together. He didn't keep the agreement, so she kept it for him.

Mount Emei in July.

On the journey from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, Chunhua Natsume appeared in front of her eyes, and Shu Er passed away again, as if they had experienced countless spring and summer, and she secretly wiped her eyes. The scenery on the way is really exciting, but for her, all this is a mirage, and she can't get into her heart. After she went to Pu Xian to worship Bodhisattva Puxian, she went to her place of residence. The outside world is very lively, and her world is stagnant.

The wonders admired by people in Jinding include sunrise, sea of clouds, Buddha's light and holy lamp, but it is extremely rare to see Buddha's light and holy lamp. In order to catch the sunrise, she came early and picked a suitable position. She sat there curled up, unable to hold the heater any longer.

At sunrise, the sea of clouds slowly appeared in front of her eyes, as if she were in a cloud world. The morning light is not dazzling, making people feel warm, but it is very soft. Golden yellow enveloped her, and she became soft. The sun soon fell from the sky, the earth was vast, the smoke was on my face, and the dust was tired and lost. She straightened up, stretched herself, took a deep breath of the morning air and regained her spirits. Unexpectedly, she didn't see the Buddha's light and the holy lamp. How lucky the person she wants to meet is.

"You see, I have fulfilled our wish.

……

But I miss you very much. "

As far as the sky is concerned, my heart has never been calm for a long time-you are the storm cloud on the earth, and everything I can see is you.

In front of the tombstone, she stroked the photo and looked at the familiar face. "Everything you say and do is sparkling and too harsh, so I close my eyes, but I still can't stop thinking about you." She smiled gently: I thought you were April, but April is your lie.

postscript

"Spring is coming soon; Let me meet your spring, it is coming; Spring has come without you. "

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