Even though we are separated by mountains and seas, we will meet again.

Last night, in my dream, I walked through endless street lights with you.

Street neon flashes, strange lights fall from time to time, setting off your charming face; The crowd around me was crowded, and the touch between the back of my hand lit the fireworks in my heart.

We don't know what we are talking about, and we laugh from time to time, attracting strange eyes from pedestrians; I don't know where I'm going,

Just follow the moonlight all the way. ...

Dreams wake up, like bubbles, and fade away with the passage of time. But I still stubbornly want to catch something, so all the memories about you slowly wake up, and an emotion called "missing" surges up.

I started to miss you.

I want to see you again in five years. The short hair that was once finely divided has grown into long black and fluffy hair, which is tied behind my head. Once clear and bright eyes put on glasses, a little less smart but mature; The cheek that was once white and tender and lovely has faded, and it has been replaced by a melon face.

See you after many years. You have changed so much that I don't even know you.

We made an appointment to climb the mountain, and left a picture at the top of the mountain holding scissors and smirking at the camera.

Unfortunately, the meeting was not as complete as I expected.

I thought with all my heart that as soon as I opened my mouth, memories would melt away the estrangement and estrangement brought by time, and I would soon return to my former familiarity.

But time has quietly washed away, and a lot of words have come to my lips, either I can't swallow them back or I end up in a few words, which makes me very embarrassed.

So if you ask me the most unforgettable moment of that meeting, my answer is neither a reunion in the subway after a long separation, nor a walk on the winding mountain road to the top together, but an inconspicuous ladder on the road.

Because we don't have to be far-fetched and agree with each other out of courtesy.

We walked on a ladder that was too narrow for two people to walk side by side, a few steps away.

I look at your back, suddenly far and near, although I can reach it with my hands, it seems far away.

Footsteps, heavy gasps, rustling leaves, the laughter of pedestrians in the distance, and the natural silence between us.

What is hidden in silence is the distance that you can't get closer when you are clearly walking on the same road, and the regret that you can't talk and laugh side by side with you.

It was not until a long time later that I realized that some memories would unconsciously become a dry and barren wasteland. Instead of trying to water and fertilize and pray for rejuvenation, it is better to take this opportunity to reclaim new land and plant flowers and fruit trees.

So I was no longer bound by the past, and began to get to know you again, be friends again, share happy things with you, spit out people and things I didn't like, and be a trash can for each other's emotions.

I finally waited for what I unilaterally called a "date".

I remember it was a little cold that day, the sky was gray, and the sun hid in the clouds and refused to come out. A cold wind blew, trees rustled, and there was a chill in the wind, which made me wake up a lot when I got up early to catch the bus.

I don't know when you came to me in a goose yellow knit skirt, with your long black hair flowing like a waterfall and fluttering in the wind.

You are like the rising sun, not in the sky, but coming to me.

I dare not look directly at your brilliance, but I blush with shame because of your burns.

We went to the museum to see the exhibition together, but most of the time you were watching the exhibition and I was watching you.

After you saw the exhibition, I didn't see enough, so I stupidly dragged you to the river for a walk and chat.

The road along the river is wide and flat, with two or three pedestrians occasionally. This time we were lucky to walk slowly side by side.

The river is endless, the river is flowing, and the fragrance of trees and soil along the road is mixed with the water vapor along the river, which makes people breathe a little more refreshing.

We sometimes laugh while walking, regardless of the strange eyes cast by pedestrians; Sometimes lean against the stone fence by the river and enjoy a moment of peace; Sometimes I sit on a bench by the roadside and tell each other about my recent situation.

The wind rises and stops, with what we said, never said and never stopped.

The sun sets and the moon rises, urging us to break up in a hurry. I haven't had time to look at your eyebrows, and I have to wait for the next farewell.

Later, we met more and more frequently, and we also attended each other's graduation photo.

Once I stood at the gate of your school and looked around. I saw you in a bachelor's uniform, with delicate makeup and two pigtails, greeting me in high spirits.

Once I saw you wearing a white dress and holding a bunch of flowers, standing quietly at the gate of my school, especially in the bustling crowd, so I trotted over.

However, graduation is the season of separation. We went to different cities, started a new life, and slowly missed each other's lives.

The long distance, busy work and constantly staggered time have killed our enthusiasm and determination to meet. In the end, the approval of the circle of friends is the only communication.

Until now, I had a big dream that I couldn't catch off guard. My mind was full of your lingering figure, so I decided to finish this paragraph and go to see you again.

When I see you, I will say to you, "Hi! We meet again. "