Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Dian raised her head to look at her path, only to see that both sides were full of flowers blooming and drooping.

The mulberry has not fallen, and its leaves are ferocious.The blooming, splendid, absolutely nothing like our first encounter and acquaintance.We laughed, we sang, we were inseparable, and we were inseparable day and night.

Then the laughter gradually became weaker, and the singing gradually weakened.The two people who supported each other slowly moved away.The warmth is gone, only etiquette remains.We no longer hold hands intimately, and the palms that were once tightly held are closed at the touch of a touch.Only an occasional glimpse can find a trace of happiness in the other party's eyes.

When the mulberry falls, it turns yellow and falls away.Finally, silence swallowed us all.People around us come and go, and the cycle goes on and on.But we are just standing at the two ends, looking at each other from afar.His eyes were gradually taken away by the tide-like crowd, and gradually blurred.We are going to separate after all, I know it, and she knows it too.

On this quiet path, we meet for the last time.We shook hands for the last time, looked at each other for the last time, and smiled at each other for the last time.Then she turned and left.

She walked away step by step, stepping on bits of memory with every step.

Looking up at her way, you can see that the two sides are full of flowers, flowers are hanging, and flowers are falling.

In her way, I saw our way.