Where are you? I am here. My mood diary.

It is already late autumn. Autumn has always been my favorite season, not to mention the rich and sweet taste of osmanthus. The color of autumn alone is enough to fascinate me, not to mention the miss of autumn, which is melancholy and sweet, shallow sadness and light joy. I am a person who likes to precipitate my mood in such shallow thoughts. If I think about the past, I can think about the future unnecessarily.

In fact, don't think about anything. Time is running water, bloom flowers fall, year after year, what should go will go, and what should disappear will disappear, even though they once said eternity.

Going to Anji, autumn scenery attracted me all the way, yellow, red and green, no less than the colorful spring. The charm of autumn is beyond the reach of spring, deep and broad, and can accept all my joys and sorrows.

The weather in northern Zhejiang is slightly cool and warm, and the warm sunshine in autumn is caged in the body, just like the warm smile of an old friend!

The scenic Tianhuangping is second, but I like this place name very much.

Forever and ever, no one knows. If it lasts forever, I only hope that one person will understand me and stay with me! And that person is the love in my heart, the one who can really accompany me to eternity!

On the second night in Anji, at dinner, a colleague said that the students here would come to see her later. I suddenly remembered a friend of mine in Anji. I hesitate to call and ask, "Long time no see, how about goodbye?"

However, I picked up the phone several times and put it down. Perhaps, at that time, friends were sitting around the dining table with their families, and the warm lights had the warmth of home; Maybe he is on a business trip, running around in the autumn dusk; It may not be in Anji anymore, and that number has long since become an empty number.

So hesitant, fantasizing about countless "possibilities." And that whim faded away, drowned in all these possibilities, and occasionally surged again like a reluctant throb, but in the end I didn't dial the number.

Think of childhood, naive days. At that time, the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the wind was light and the mood was gentle.

It is also such a time to get to know each other. The autumn wind has a somewhat bleak feeling. I like to fiddle with my guitar gently. There are always "girls' tears" or "moonlight" flowing from the strings, and you always sit quietly, as if listening attentively to the feelings of a girl who is inexplicably sad in my heart. Occasionally, you will gently ask, "What's the matter?" And I always smile, "Nothing!" It's really nothing, just "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow" and like to create a touch of sadness for themselves!

This time will always be quiet and peaceful, and this friendship will always be pure and beautiful!

Many years later, I will always think of that scene, dusk, afterglow, guitar sound and your company! Until today, there will be such a scene occasionally, perhaps, that scene has been fixed in my heart as an eternal painting!

It's just, today, I'm here. Where are you?

I still remember that autumn, I went to the big play with you. There is always you by my side in the endless stream of people. When I turn around, it is your smiling face. It's dark at night, and the lights on the stage cast down, giving us a feeling of yellow. I always wanted to capture the gentle smile on your face that night, so I turned my head frequently, and you always gave me a satisfactory answer at that time. As for what I saw that night, I don't remember. I only remember the warm affection in that warm autumn day!

Many years later, as long as I see singing big plays, I will think of that autumn day!

It's just, today, I'm here. Where are you?

Also, ... think of many warm shots that belong to you. I can't say, I can't say, it will be more lost and lonely.

However, those details have become the most beautiful paintings in my heart after many years! I cherish these paintings and keep them in my heart forever! I hope that after several years, we can sit quietly again, without too many languages, just want to have a nostalgic classic, just want to have a knowing look, or tea or coffee, everything is in the light of the wind!

It's just, today, I'm here. Where are you?

We agreed to keep in touch all the time, and we agreed that friendship would last forever! However, we haven't heard from each other for many years before the sky is old and the sea is turned into mulberry fields.

Perhaps, people have met too many times in their life. Meeting and knowing you is just a period of time when God lets us stay with each other. Those beautiful marks, gentle moments and bright moments are just like fireworks, even if they are dazzling, they will disappear in a blink of an eye. The friendship that was originally thought to last forever eventually faded because of the polishing of time.

Then, when years have made each other's faces old and time has dyed their hair white, should we let everything go with the wind? When the initial mood is gone, when friendship can't stand eternal life, is it better to see each other than to see each other?

Today, I am here, but I don't know where you are!