Listen to your voice. How to write this composition?

Ten years later, they met again at a party. He was suddenly attracted by her gorgeous and gentle temperament. "Long time no see ... home, late at night, missing, quietly entering his space, feeling" just want to hear your voice ",Jiao Jiao, how are you?" A greeting, a memory, a thread.

Liu Yang, a friend who cares for me in every way, has disappeared in my sky for so long like a cloud, and my concern has penetrated into every cell like blood. This simple greeting, I have been waiting for so long.

"I just want to hear your voice again" is such a simple reason, but it contains many unspeakable feelings and helplessness! The hand holding the microphone began to tremble slightly. I was so excited that tears welled up. I can't even say a complete sentence: "Liu Yang, Yang Yang ... where are you?" How are you? Can I ... visit you? "The tone on the other end of the phone is obviously very relaxed." I am far away, I just want to hear your voice again. "How many words didn't say that finish, how many ideas didn't express, the phone suddenly hang up, call back the line is busy.

I am like a wooden head locked in an iron house. No matter how hard I try, I just can't learn more about Liu Yang. This short greeting can only let me know that she is still very good, and she misses me as much as I miss her.

In fact, since Qian Wen left me, my heart has been in the blue ocean era of sadness. I think about it every day, dreaming every night, the fatigue that I can't afford to float, and the pain that I can't sink. I can't imagine that during that time, I wouldn't have come safely without Liu Yang's company. But things are always unpredictable. I never imagined that Liu Yang, who cared for me like a tree, would disappear into my world less than a month after Qian Wen left. I can imagine how painful it is for me to lose my lover and best friend. It seems that the sky is suddenly overcast, so dull that I can't dodge or even breathe evenly. I feel as thin as a yellow blade of grass. My tears have dried up and my heart has broken into powder.

If Qian Wen's departure is a betrayal or boredom, what about Liu Yang? A bosom friend who knows me so well and cherishes me so much, why is he so cruel, and suddenly into thin air doesn't even leave a soul?

"Our beauty, ok? I just want to hear your voice again. " This brief greeting is like the only green color in the wilderness, which brings joy to my long-lost heart. It's just that the life of the color of hope is too short, and it disappears before I get close. As before, the phone couldn't get through, all communication channels were closed again, and my willow tree evaporated in my world like a cloud again. Only thoughts, only deeper and deeper thoughts continue to spread.

Maybe I am too easily entangled in the past, maybe I cherish some people and care about some things too much, so even if someone around me has always loved me, I still can't get out of that gray memory for a long time. Qian Wen still often falls asleep, and Liu Yang will still appear in hallucinations like a shadow.

I always tell myself that everyone has his own way and everyone has his own happiness. Qian Wen may have his own difficulties, but Liu Yang just said, "Are you okay?" It has been explained that mourning is mutual. Maybe all I can do now is bless. One used to be my favorite, and the other was my confidant. Now we go our separate ways. I only believe that if there is fate in my heart.

I don't know from which day, words began to become a very important part of my life. All my thoughts turned into paragraphs through my fingertips. When typing on the keyboard became a habit, I gradually realized that Qian Wen and Liu Yang had infiltrated into my writing. I thought words could express my sadness and helplessness. I thought it would be easier to express my past and feelings in words. I thought I could slowly sew up my broken heart. So on a sunny day in winter, I bought myself a pair of red gloves. I hope this red wish can warm my heart through my hand.

Holding the long-lost joy, I sat quietly in front of the computer, fiddling with beautiful and lovely red gloves, as if enjoying a toy. But watching, I shed tears again. How many times did Qian Wen warm my hand? When he was away, Liu Yang was hurting me. They once said that I am a happy angel, protected by love, and will not get hurt in the cold winter. But in this snowy season, I am really hurt, heavy and painful.

I thought that the days would gradually calm down, and I began to wait quietly for time to dilute everything. Unexpectedly, an email once again tore open the unhealed wound in my heart. It was Liu Yang, and Yang Yang, who loved and cherished me, stole my modesty. Therefore, she has been living with guilt. Finally, when she learned that she was running out of time, she told me thousands of miles away that she wanted to hear my voice again. Qian Wen, who once said that he loved me all his life, decided to study Buddhism seriously and vowed never to get married.