Don't link to the postscript of Jing M.Guo's Summer Solstice, just give the content.

(The one on the first floor was not written by Xiao Si)

Postscript: Xia Zhi tombstone inscription

Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

You are fragrant camphor in summer, rooted in my warm heart.

A 1

Those white wasteland, separated graves, faded summer tombstones are covered with thick snow.

Summer seems to have just passed, the sun has not faded, and the shadow at noon is still short on the ground, but in a blink of an eye, it is another snowy winter. Birds hide in the depths of thick fallen leaves, leaving distant calls and being frozen on the blue sky wall.

I haven't thought of you with me for so many years.

I didn't expect you to accompany me for so many years.

Those summers, they died long ago.

Two twos

When I started writing this story, it was still sunny in June, but in a blink of an eye, it was already deep winter. At the end of January, it was supposed to be the season when the cold north wind roared across the wilderness. Now, outside my window, it is the warm sunshine in Hainan. People wear short sleeves to show their dark skin, and girls carrying fruits walk in the street. I have the seventh floor of the hotel, which is so complete and huge that I can't feel the breath of winter. Here,

No one will think that it is winter, and everyone thinks that it is sunny summer, but the real summer has long died at the crossroads of the division of years, hastily buried, and hastily engraved with an epitaph, which is a big summer.

Three threes

Those boys taught me to grow up.

Those girls taught me to love.

The people who came back from the dead in my works taught me more. They are all angels in my life. Many sleepless nights, I lay on the floor with my clothes, and the laptop beside me gave off a slight blue light. In my dreams, they always like to talk to me.

Lu Zhiang naughty tone said, small four, I tell you, oh, don't always write Fu Xiaosi, I am the first protagonist.

Fu Xiaosi said quietly, Xiao Si, do you think those naive summers will disappear?

I said in a stubborn tone, Xiao Si, one day, I will be a shining person in China.

When I woke up on the floor, my eyes hurt. It was winter when it began to snow outside the window, but Fu Xiaosi rode a bicycle and crossed the road under the shadow of camphor trees in summer. Somewhere, he disappeared.

And after half a year, they really disappeared. As if it never existed in this world.

In other words, they never really existed.

Four fours

I forgot the idea of writing this novel at the beginning, and everything collapsed in the later development. All the original ideas have been overturned. In the end, such a tragic story was arranged by me at the end of the cloud.

I don't know how to explain this situation. I seem reluctant to say that I have grown up or seen through the world. It's just that those fierce ideas that existed in my mind a long time ago have long since disappeared. The story "A Dream with Several Flowers" seems more tragic, but it doesn't stop at the most painful ending like "Dream". The story of "Summer Solstice" was arranged by me with a quiet ending, long and gentle, which was expanded into a loud cry by the monsoon in the corner of the world.

As Lolo said, the psychedelic narrative in the first half is a puzzle I set up. When all people are sleeping in such a warm and long summer dream, only I know that there will be a continuous heavy snow, heavy snow, all temperatures, all camphor trees, all phoenix flowers, all love and hate, and all birds will die together on that warm and steep day.

The sudden acceleration of rhythm, the sudden jump of the world, the sudden operation of gears, and sudden emergencies surge on the surface.

Then everything became a silent rock in the wilderness. In the white sunlight reflected by the heavy snow, I quietly listened to the strong wind whistling by. Years have been blown apart by the whole thing. Facing north, splitting.

Five fives

The world is cut at such a gentle angle. Sunlight flows back like mercury, and all the gaps are filled. After solidification, it emits mirror light, reflecting a thousand worlds.

I can stop thinking about you and just close my eyes when I see a white shirt. This kind of clothes is only suitable for you.

I can also stop being depressed in snowy days and just pass by the convenience store, still thinking that young you will turn around from your eyes at this moment and extend clean and flexible hands to me.

I can sleep alone, too I'm not afraid anymore.

I can also quietly open the yearbook at dusk and look at the smile on it without crying.

I can deal with things that happened a long time ago calmly.

These are all things that we have failed in the past few years. Our friendship, love, mutual care and resentment all lost to great time. In the face of my failed youth, I will be a little depressed, but there is nothing I can do. It is these former you and the stories you brought me that make me a warmer person, a more mature person and one of those happy people in the world in my later life.

But none of this has anything to do with you

We are all scattered in the wind of the years, and when we return to the customs, we can't see the traces of being together.

Although it is hard to be together.

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You are all legends of this world.

You made many people cry.

Seven sevens

My heart is like being filled with water, and I can't hold it gently. A little strength can make me cry.

I don't want to say how much emotion this novel has filled me, how many sunny days I have filled, how many dusk sorrows I have filled, and how many mornings I have stood on the rooftop watching birds.

Such a long time, from April to June 2004, to 2005? Month. This story never seems to end. We have been smiling quietly in their years, watching Fu Xiaosi blush slightly and watching Lu Zhiang happy. When we see the long summer, we want to hold her arm gently. When we meet, we want to hold her hand and run forward. Those who laugh like peach blossoms stand in my memory. They are never far away.

Stories always have an ending.

I have never thought about what novels can make me sad regularly. When I used to write novels, I was like a quiet bystander, or like a great and competent screenwriter, smiling and arranging the saddest plot. However, when I finished the last chapter of Summer Solstice, I really wiped the tears from my eyes.

Like a huge stage play, like a four-hour movie, like a 100 episode TV series, and finally lit up at the end, empty theater, messy chairs, coke cans, popcorn paper bags, all over the floor. People who have just shed tears in the dark have just suddenly remembered the boys who have quietly and warmly appeared in their lives over the years. All the people gradually disappeared when the lights were on, leaving an empty theater, and I stood in the middle and shed hot tears.

I will never think of you like this again.

I will never be so worried about your fate again.

Because I know that you are mature, and what you learned from your painful failure has made you so excellent. So good that I can look at you and smile quietly, so good that I like you very much, and even like to feel a sadness in my chest.

That's why, in the end, I will stay alone, stand on the empty land and cry sadly.

Baba

I know you've all disappeared.

But if one day, I just said if.

If one day, when I am sad, will you come back to see me?

ninety-nine

Xiao Si, Chang Xia, Zhi Ang, Meeting, Broken Bridge, Qingtian. You know, in my heart, you are all such lovely people. I even think that I have been with you for ten years.

I have watched the summer solstice for ten years. Cinnamomum camphora is flourishing in every corner of the city.

I have watched the heavy snow for ten years. Asakawa No.1 Middle School is ridiculously cold. Everyone lined up at the door of the boiling water room with cups. In front of the three hot water taps, in the rising steam, we chatted happily, or played with each other, and even got burned by splashing water.

I have seen ten years of growth. Lu Zhiang put on XL's school uniform early. Ordinary students wear tall and straight clothes, but you are so playful. Even after you come back from Japan and become quiet and mature, you will suddenly jump on the roadside railing in a suit, which makes Fu Xiaosi frown.

I have witnessed crying for ten years. Tears in the long summer always make me feel real and unpretentious. Such a peaceful girl, such a simple girl. Use her thin youth to help our company hold up a low sky. This is a very low, very low sky. It is the full strength of the long summer. Although you know that the sky in our company is infinitely high and the clouds can't climb up, you still work hard silently. In summer, I help my boss iron his shirt very straight, and in winter, I help him prepare warm wool socks.

I have been gnashing my teeth for ten years. When you encounter setbacks and those rough days, you are still stubborn. Sometimes I feel sad when I think of you a little. Not because your fate is tortuous, but because you won't give up at any time. This stubborn life looks like what I used to look like.

You must be old. Where are you?

Those sung books of songs slowly revived in the sun. Reed lingers between quicksand and pupils, leaving only the legend engraved on your tombstone, which expands into a tuneless song in the wind.

Ten 10

Tombstone inscription in summer. A song sung by Zhou Lili.

After many years, in your world, fresh branches and leaves bloom again and shuttle into a whole colorful youth.

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Days have passed, how can you still think of me in what mood?

These are the questions that I have repeatedly thought about this winter.

Large tracts of time flow like clouds. Our youth flimsy across the blue sky.

The sentence I wrote before looks cruel here, and we all forget that the years after that are so long. I can like someone again, just like I liked you at the beginning.

However, can I really like him as much as I like you

I don't believe it.

You are the only one who can tread out those traces in the depths of memory.

Those long dark nights, only your smile can illuminate it.

In those cold snowstorms, only your coat can keep me safe. You are like a squirrel, and you know nothing about the snowstorm outside the tree hole.

In those fragile moments, only your hug can give me strength, and in your arms, those heavy blows that seem irresistible to me will gradually subside.

Those sad years, only you can give them to me.

Those flourishing camphor trees, only you can look up with me.

XII 12

Asakawa is a fictional city, where all my memories are kept.

Now, the city also appears in front of your eyes, leaving a memory.

I didn't expect you to remember these kind people and their stories many years later. However, as long as you walk through the shadow of camphor trees in those sunny summers, when you look up and see the fragments of sunshine, when you see a boy with a white shirt and clean broken hair riding a bicycle outside the window waiting for a red light, when you see two girls holding hands and rushing down the stairs, when their faces are filled with happy smiles, when you see a boy swimming silently back and forth in the swimming pool, when I see two handsome boys wandering in the street with a tall sheepdog, when I see two girls.

These days, will you remember everything you read in the book?

XIII 13

The tragic youth we once thought, the days of darkness we once thought, and the things we once thought were very wronged are all in other people's stories and can be forgiven.

But I used to be young and frivolous, and I always felt that the world was dark and everything was unforgivable. However, on the sunny and quiet sundial, on the mountain road with heavy rain, when wild flowers burn through the wasteland, and when the monsoon brings rain every year, everything is like a shell, which has lost its hard shell for many years, revealing its soft interior and gestating shiny pearls.

Is this growth?

Is this the adult world that I always feel dark?

How can you have such a kind and beautiful face?

So for a long time after I finished the manuscript, I felt that these characters in my book were not actually created by me. They are already there. They really exist in the depths of a dense jungle in the world, or at the end of a snowy mountain. And they all appeared in my life one day, teaching me to forgive and tolerate, teaching me that even if I encounter the biggest setback, I will be confused again, and finally.

This is a magical thing that can teach me something I couldn't learn in my last life.

Only now that you have all left, like angels, you have returned to the distant kingdom of heaven.

XIV 14

Chapter. Forver was added last. The original ending is the most uncomfortable time to stay in front.

However, after so many years and so many things, I am no longer the child who doesn't want to grow up. I am no longer the coward who used to cry, and I am no longer sad because of unimportant things.

Because deep down, there are too many things. They blow into my body for a long time with the different winds of the four seasons, and something called forgiveness flows in my blood.

This is also my first novel without finding villains. Even though July 7th has done a lot of things that I am sorry for Chang Xia and them, I still can't bear to expose them in the end.

Just like a dying old man, with the feeling that "when people are dying, their words are still in their ears", then everything that was once considered a tragedy, in the end, Hua Song felt a faint heartache.

No one cried, no one roared, and no one mourned the dead like Lin Lan missed Lu Xu on the tombstone. After the tsunami, everyone brought peace.

Standing in a quiet and distant summer. With deep eyes across the seasons, I carved a deeper tombstone inscription in summer.

XV 15

The last plot in the dream is not written in the book:

Lu Zhiang leaned against the cold wall of the prison, holding a letter written by Fu Xiaosi. Those familiar neat fonts, with a familiar summer breath, bloom in front of your eyes.

Looking up, it is late autumn outside the window. Countless migratory birds fly across the sky in droves. He knew that they would all fly to the vast water in the south. Reed is pulled out of the water, and the mouth of the sea shows a quiet face behind a deep and shallow stake. At that time, they will live in the long winter. And the thoughts taken away by migratory birds when they leave stretch on the water, sparkling. That long summer is finally over. The temperature dropped rapidly. Winter seems to break through the closure of the heat and slowly walk in the shadow of the heat.

Lu Zhiang closed his eyes, a tear hit the paper silently, and a small pen passed out.

Xiao Si, I want to say a lot to you, but I can't find a chance to say it to you anymore. In the four corners of the sky, I often watch the yellow sunset sink alone. Everyone in prison has their own groups, activities and meals together, but I am still used to being alone. This is not so-called loneliness, but a lonely world. I used to think you lived in a world where no one could get in. This is unimaginable, but now I can finally feel it clearly. It's a world where you can only stand alone in the wilderness and watch the clouds float across the sky and cast deep and shallow shadows over your head. Many times I tell myself that I am not sad. However, when I looked at the late autumn when the sky was defeated and fled, my heart was still slightly sour. One day, there will be some miracles, time reversal, or fate. Will we lie on the lawn again, let the soft grass tickle in the neck, let the fragrance of the grass make people sleepy slightly, and let the summer sunshine make the closed eyelids bleed red?

Do you think this day will come?