Night, silent. The moonlight shines faintly into the room, shining on my sleepless. At such a moment, I always like to stand at the window and enjoy the colorful street lights in the distance, immersed in the soft light and warm color. The breeze came in from the window, and a faint fragrance floated in the air; The hair fluttered gently, lifting the scenes of my return to the grassland and arousing the desire to find childhood partners. During this period of time after coming back, my heart stayed on the grassland. I still miss the grassland and my childhood friends every night. I don't know where they are now? How are they doing? When they retired, they went to their ideal place with their dreams; After retirement, I was busy for my career, but I didn't know. I was busy and lost each other in the crowd. Nowadays, with the growth of age, nostalgia is becoming more and more serious. There is a desire that can't wait to see them. We must find them.
After many inquiries, heaven is worthy of those who have a heart. Finally, he found his childhood partner in a friend and lost the telephone number of his best friend cha'er for many years. At the moment when the phone is connected, the prepared words have become incoherent, and the clean eyes have become blurred. Are you excited? Is it joy? Is happiness? I can't tell. I just feel a blank in my mind. I just remember meeting in Yanjiao, capital the next day. Put down the phone, dry your tears, clean up your mood, it's easy to stay up all night. Get up at dawn, clean the car, adjust the navigation, and go on the road with years of depressed thoughts. Along the way, the CD repeatedly played my favorite song "I come from the grassland", and my heart was jumping with the song. Although I didn't have a good rest all night, I didn't seem to have any fatigue. The light melody echoed in my ears and I was so happy. Zicheng is more than 400 kilometers away from the capital. It took only four hours. When we entered Yanjiao and drove to rainbow bridge, the navigation suddenly didn't work. It seems to add a layer of poetry to our gathering. Cha'er's gentle words came over the phone: 'don't worry, just stop on the rainbow bridge and wait for me. You'll be there soon'. But I had to pull over and get out of the car. I stepped on the hot land where cha'er lived. A warm feeling surged into my heart. My heart fluctuated. I looked at the coming and going traffic, searched in the traffic, and imagined what cha'er looked like now. A black car came slowly in the distance. My intuition told me it must be a fork. I stared with wide eyes, and the car stopped not far from me. It's her, the fork in my mind. Although I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, I can recognize at a glance that she is still so young and beautiful. I hurried to tightly cover this beating heart, greeted it, and hugged each other tightly on the rainbow bridge. We can all feel each other's excitement and joy. Such a scene seems to have been seen on TV before.
When I came to the hotel arranged in advance, several friends who used to work in Qinghai had already been waiting. Although we have been separated for a long time, after all, we have accumulated feelings for many years and are free when we meet. The past time reappears in front of me. My friend's smile is the same as before. He holds each other's hand tightly and feels warm in his heart. I know this is not a dream. This is a reunion after more than ten years of separation. That kind of intimacy is indescribable and more difficult to show. Everyone sat around, in high spirits, talking about the past and pouring out their parting feelings. We all get rid of the shyness of the past and toast each other with the elegance and generosity given to us by the years. Although time has whitewashed the vicissitudes of the years, the memory precipitated in the heart flows in an instant. We always laugh when we recall the unforgettable years we passed hand in hand; Tell the lovesickness after parting together, we always wipe our tears together. Although the traces of years are more or less reflected on everyone's face, I feel that young hearts still haven't changed. The hearty laughter echoed in the capital and spread all over Yanjiao. It's hard to see each other, but I'm afraid of parting, but I can't escape. Unconsciously, I spent a pleasant afternoon in talking. I learned that several friends are now in Hefei. We made an appointment to get together in Hefei next time. Because several friends had special things to do, they had to break up and say goodbye. Cha'er and I reluctantly sent off our old friends. Although the distance is short, the friendship is forever. I believe that this short gathering is the bond of our feelings and the bridge of our friendship.
Seeing off my friends, cha'er and I walked along a clean street in Beijing. The sunset has dyed the horizon red. The sunset is quiet. It rises and falls gently in the cooking smoke in the evening. The streets are clean and tidy. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. The wind blows on the face and is cool in the heart. I feel that there are countless vitality in the body. Although I have been here many times before, the same sky, but different mood. Enter a coffee shop, choose a corner near the window and sit down. Two cups of coffee sit opposite each other. The gorgeous cabin emits the strong smell of coffee and exaggerates the joy of reunion. Under the soft light, I stared at cha'er. Although more than ten years have passed, the years do not seem to leave too many traces on her face. Her skin is still white and bright, and her clear eyes are still flashing the brilliance of the past. However, the elegant long hair has become neat short hair, which has more unique charm of a mature woman than before. There are some virtuous and considerate between the feet. The music floating slowly in the cabin is gently tapping our hearts. More topics are naturally the joy of childhood, the initiation of youth, and the footprints we walked together in those years. Unforgettable memories came out of our ordinary narration, choking several times and feeling liquid slipping out of the corners of our eyes several times. Happy time always feels so hurried. A few hours are spent quickly in joy and tears. There are too many things to say and hear. I just feel that time is not enough and can only look forward to the next reunion. Unknowingly, it was late at night. It was hazy moonlight when we walked out of the coffee house. We held each other's hands tightly. The words of parting seemed so heavy. We cherished each other's blessings one by one, and the pain of separation lasted for a long time. However, they gradually released their hands. When they turned around, tears slipped down their cheeks and hit my feet & hellip& hellip; bye! Fork; bye! Yanjiao; We'll meet again in Hefei next year.