Travel on the map

I often think of it as if it were a dream that happened in early summer. There are many things like a soft overture and a feeling of wanting to talk and rest. The frozen days dissolve with time, and there is a feeling of being alive and fragrant.

Looking at the splendid scenery outside the window, winter is just for the sake of warmth, and the calling spring will come. There are enough fascinating summers. In a trance, I forget an impulse. I like to sit in an empty classroom. In front of me, a group of happy people, especially in a cicada-singing afternoon, can't afford to fall asleep for a while, and hold on to their spirits for a while. Time burns into golden glory and presents itself in the world.

Seems to be that kind of loose and complacent feeling, will not come back, the rotation of the electric fan creaking, swaying, crumbling, but no one is worried. The windows and doors are wide open. In the hot season, I hope there will be more wind. The ground is covered with clear water, which is wet and still has the smell of disinfectant. The older geography teacher, bloated, "tick-tock" chalk the wind direction on the blackboard, a huge map, and a series of traveling routes. Sometimes, we can ride our thoughts to many unknown places, even if it is a dream, it is very difficult to distinguish it from a dream in a moving afternoon.

I take a pen and take you with me, traveling through every corner of the world. We are first in the quaint town of Jiangnan, the ancient style that has not been eliminated by history, the Waipoqiao, the charming songs outside the water, and the fragrant soft language, everything is reflected in your arms; Listen to the waves, the long sand road, accompanied by you, advance and retreat, the light sea breeze blows our clothes and instantly marinates our joy; Maybe you love in a big city with rain, looking out the hazy window, red light and wine green, the sound of cars and water flooding the prosperity you love, and the flowing world trapping us in place; Beauty is never just feminine, it also belongs to the vast desert, where there are unreal fantasy cities, yellow sand flying all over the sky, ancient ruins eroded, indelible vows and waiting; Let you in your arms, look at the snow-capped mountains that have stood still for thousands of years. They are magnificent and thrilling. They are also silent. How many myths have been turned over and destroyed in the days when the wind and snow are still the same. We and many people stand on our own roads. The most beautiful memories are those stories of traveling, staying away from the city, staying with friends and lovers, in strange places, as if starting over, and forget the sorrow, fading away the reluctant thoughts.

Sometimes, I think such thoughts are like an encounter with others, the road I have traveled, the scenery along the street, and my own heart, which are beyond recognition. Those ever-changing worlds, like our lovers, unconsciously love, care and understand. However, after all, we can't be together, beautiful lover, turning into a sharp knife, making our softest place keep dripping blood. I also think that when I am the least sensible, I often hurt others and then find them nervously. From such repeated days, our love has been wiped out by ourselves. What do you think of being strong and determined?

Many years later, I walked with my favorite people in my alma mater, familiar classrooms and young faces. However, I haven't told this person how much I like it. Many days after we left here, there were others who wanted to start a new journey here. As time went by, we happened to meet at the corner. The teacher who taught me geography in those days only changed with the years, which made her age a lot. The simplest days will never come back, and my loved ones will never come back.

Like them, you met, met and fell in love in a corner of my map, and then put you back in the distance. I know that you are just as kind and will not forget me for a long time.