Chapter 101: 182 entries

182 entries, "Twenty years old, I love you"...

182 entries, "Twenty years old, I love you"....

--Liu Guozong Spring Diary Twenty

In anticipation, the sky finally brightened. I saw the sunrise in the east, but there was no rain in the west. The willow branches were stiff, not yet green; the river water was level, but very turbid. After listening for a long time, I still didn't hear the Flirting person's footsteps. The long whistle on the river was annoying and also disappointing.

Thus, I wandered in annoyance, waiting in disappointment.

The cigarette box was empty, the water bottle had not a drop of water, and the matchbox still had a few matches left. Closing the Classic of Documents, together with the bird sounds from the tree, they were all tucked into the pages of the Classic of Documents.

During the day, the sun approached me second by second, ever higher, staring at me with a strange gaze.

I felt a bit embarrassed, ashamed: Have I changed――

Grown older? Become smooth? Become accidental? Become deceitful? Become greedy? Become not yesterday's me? And you, sun, why are you always new each day?

I shivered without feeling cold!

I took a newspaper, fetched scissors, cut out others' harvest, my affection. Let me become a little bird, singing on the virgin-like branches of early spring. At this moment, I am sitting on the beloved subway, approaching the day's life and busyness.

"February is not bad," people say, "because the sky no longer snows."

Besides paying attention to old songs, I also noticed the colors on the street. Of course, the boss's gaze and complexion are also objects I cannot ignore.

Suddenly I felt spring was far away, yet also felt it was right beside me, having a sense of being loved by spring and loving spring.

"Twenty years old, I love you." I had held it in for a long time before saying these words, "Spring, I also love you."

But this last sentence is superfluous.

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