《Prose》Coming across the ocean to see you

[Prose] Across the ocean to see you

Author: Aqiao

Life is like traveling in a hurry. The person who loves me and the person I love are together and apart. I look forward to meeting you again in a foreign country, and I only hope that the reunion is not in a dream...

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“I spent half a year’s savings to cross the ocean for you. Come to see you... Because of your promise, I resisted crying even when I was most desperate..." When I was young, I first heard the name "Across the Ocean to Come to See You", which was sung by a baby. A nice song. Inexplicably, I immediately fell in love with this sad love song. I thought stupidly: There is someone waiting for you in another country. What a happy and romantic thing!

Many years later, when I heard Liu Mingxiang sing this song again on the stage of The Voice of China, it hit the softest part of my heart. I couldn’t help but feel excited and burst into tears...

Coincidentally, for you, this summer I also did something crazy for love that I had never thought of.

Last spring you went to the faraway country of Malaysia for work. The distance between the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth made it difficult and out of reach to even meet you. When you reach middle age, your elderly and sick parents need your care, and your underage daughter has to face the entrance examination. I can read your thoughts from your melancholy eyes. I know that you have too many concerns in your heart, and you are becoming more and more in love with home like a child. Helpless people can't help themselves in the world. You are still wandering around in order to survive, like a leaf of duckweed, with no fixed place and home all over the world. Your wandering footsteps have traveled all over the country, from the northern country where snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing, to the coast of the South China Sea where it is hot all year round and the fruits are fragrant. Now that the company has a new project abroad, you have been caught out again.

The most ruthless thing is time. Flowers bloom and wither. Spring goes and spring comes again. You have been gone for more than a year. Love surges in your heart, sweeping over like a tide, wetting my heart again and again. Although you are not good at talking, every day in Malaysia, you will use your free time to call and ask about your parents and daughter. I know that you are worried about everything at home. Listening to your familiar voice and thinking about your warm look, my heart feels like an overturned five-flavor bottle, filled with unspeakable melancholy.

In the past, I only heard the poignant love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in fairy tales. The lovers were separated from each other and were artificially separated. My heart was filled with sympathy and pity for them, and I resented the Queen Mother for her ruthlessness and hardness. Life separates lovers at both ends of the Milky Way. Now I am not the Weaver Girl, and you are not the Cowherd. You are standing out of my reach, separated by mountains and rivers, looking at each other with heartbreak. Listen, the voice of longing spreads and spreads in my heart... You are so far away from me, yet so close. The moon is waxing and waning, and time is passing quietly. Especially on nights when the moon is full, I sing to the moon alone, alone and alone, which often makes me sleepless. I'm just a little woman who eats the fireworks of the world. I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals, but I envy the ordinary happiness of ordinary couples holding hands together. I once thought, since you can't go home, I'll go see you, but the journey is so long and you still need to send your passport to Beijing to apply for a visa. It feels very troublesome just thinking about it, so I'd better give it up.

It’s summer vacation, and the whole family is encouraging my daughter and I to travel to Malaysia and visit relatives. My heart is also ready to start thinking about this unusual trip. It has been three years since I got my passport, but I have never had a chance to use it. This time it finally came in handy. My second brother enthusiastically applied for a visa for me, booked round-trip air tickets, and took care of transportation. I didn’t have to worry about anything. Finally, at 2:45 pm on July 28, 2016, my daughter and I got on the plane to Malaysia. In the meantime, we changed planes in Gaoqi, flew over the mountains and crossed the ocean, and we would arrive at about 10 pm. Kuala Lumpur Airport.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was chance. It happened to be just before Chinese Valentine's Day, which made this trip very meaningful. Everything seemed to be planned. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who have been separated for more than a year, are about to meet across the Milky Way. What an exciting moment this is! I am looking forward to it, like a girl's feelings, shy and eager; you from the southern end of the earth are looking forward to it, your heart is like a deer, and your eyes are eager to see you. The three hundred and sixty-five days I have been thinking about you, it is love that encircles you and me in the same circle. I started counting down in my heart, I am getting closer to you step by step. "The agreement between life and death is broad, I told Zicheng." Could it be that the oath between you and me is carved on the Sansheng Stone? I once thought that all love was earth-shattering and vigorous. I want to hold on to you again and again, but I have to let you go.

When the plane is flying over the blue ocean, my heart has already crossed the ocean, flown over thousands of mountains, and came to your side. In order to get together this time, you are like a handsome young man in love, traveling all the way from Johor, taking a bus for more than six hours, and rushing to Kuala Lumpur early in the morning. My daughter and I are the most noble princesses in your heart. You and your friends welcomed us at the airport early.

After a long journey, the family finally reunited in a foreign country. Is this a dream? No, it's that real. When you walked towards my daughter and me with a smile, a pair of strong hands took the suitcase in my hand, stretched out your other hand and gave me a real hug, my heart fell to the ground.

That familiar taste hits your face. If there is no pain of separation, how can you taste the joy of reunion? I thought about what I wanted to say to you when we met a million times, but all the words turned into speechless words and time froze at that moment. Looking at your thin face, all kinds of love rise in my heart. This man I have entrusted to my life, you used your strong arms to hold up a sky for me, and your mind was broader than the ocean. You are strong, brave, and persistent, and you are always so selfless in your work. In the days without you, I learned to be independent and think; when I was most painful and helpless, I hated you, hated your ruthlessness, and complained that you didn't know how to cherish others. "Others can take time off and go home to spend time with their families, why can't you?" You always smile and say: "Since they have given the project to me, I have to take on this responsibility and do it well. I have to give it to you." Everyone, please set an example. "Is work more important to you than your wife and children?" Whenever you hear my nonsensical noise, you always smile helplessly...

This time I am indifferent. Crossing the sea is just for you. You are determined to take good care of us no matter how busy you are. In order to better accompany me and my daughter, you have to put down your beloved job and do your best to make up for the love you owe your wife and daughter. You have a full schedule every day and want to visit every corner of Malaysia. Although you have been here for a long time, you said that you rarely go out except for work, let alone go to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia. You don't speak English very well, which has always been your flaw, but you study hard and ask questions. If you don't know a word, you will look it up on your phone. When you encounter a word you don't understand, you will use your phone as a repeater and put it to your ear. Listen carefully over and over again. You went from a "Malay blind" who didn't know much about anything to a "Malay expert" who knew everything. In just ten days, we traveled from the Petronas Twin Towers to the National Temple, from Batu Caves to Genting, from Penang in the north to the Straits of Malacca in the south. We traveled all over the Malay land and tasted the famous Malaysian snack bone meat tea. , drinking fragrant white coffee, truly feeling the customs and customs here, feeling the country's piety towards religion and the hospitality of the people here.

The time we get together is short-lived, and we will be separated again in a blink of an eye. At five o'clock in the morning on the day we left, you called a taxi to take my daughter and me to Kuala Lumpur Airport. You have never been back to China and don’t know how to go about the procedure, so you call someone who has flown on Xiamen Airlines to ask. After checking in your luggage, you still feel uneasy and keep reminding you over and over again. During that time, the shadow of the missing Malaysia Airlines flight was like a haze that was hard to dissipate from people's minds. Maybe once they turned around, they would never be seen again. You tried your best to help me, but there were many things you couldn't help me with.

Just when we were going through the exit procedures, you were blocked outside. Looking at your lonely figure, I felt really bad. Just in front of the exit formalities gate specially opened for foreigners, I accidentally looked up and found that you were standing next to the handrail on the second floor, watching us silently. How did you get in? I don't know. There was a sour feeling in my heart, and I held back tears. I smiled at you, then turned around and walked forward with the crowd. Before boarding the plane, I sent you a text message to let you know it was safe. I thought you left as soon as the plane took off, but later you told me that you stayed at the airport until after ten o'clock before taking a car back to the station. I imagine how lonely and helpless you must feel, wandering alone in the airport. After thinking about it, the tears I had been holding back for a long time finally shed...

"I hope to see you thousands of miles away, until the end of the road, I will depend on you for the rest of my life..." When that familiar melody came to my ears again It sounded, causing ripples in my heart. Pain and happiness, maybe this is real life. Life is about getting together again and again and being separated again and again, joy and sorrow, sadness and joy, intertwined with each other, and the five flavors are mixed.

I pray silently: I hope there will be less pain of separation and more joy of reunion in the world!

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