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[Introduction]: I was totally immersed in a prose that did not belong to me, recalling those eyes which were once full of deep feelings. With these words, my thoughts drifted into the corner that I hadn’t touched for a long time. I thought of Yun and the painting described with her: the flute was gentle, the rhyme was melodious, and the gurgling stream was flowing, cobblestone collection, pouring with joy, gorgeous moonlight, gentle night breeze, wandering with her. You are a graceful nocturne, and I am just a low side play; You are a bright and lively stream, and I am just a cobblestone with heart on the shore; you are the silver moonlight cast in the sky in the dark night, and I am just a grass covered with wind and sand in the green land. OK, please allow me to love you quietly, that’s enough. Let this less and less sincere secular world still drift with such a moving legend: the beautiful figure passes through the halo of happy love, a pair of affectionate eyes, far away, follow her silently. Please allow me to love you quietly in this life, OK? I was totally immersed in a prose that did not belong to me, recalling those eyes which were once full of deep feelings. With these words, my thoughts drifted into the corner that I hadn’t touched for a long time. I thought of Yun and the painting described with her: the flute was gentle, the rhyme was melodious, and the gurgling stream was flowing, cobblestone collection, pouring with joy, gorgeous moonlight, gentle night breeze, wandering with her. It is not a simple sigh of emotion, but the beauty I have passed through has caused waves in my heart. The appearance of Yun is no longer clear, just like a cloud passing, what reflected in my heart was just the elegant outline. Different from the prose, I told her that I fell in love with her. She said she was very happy to pass through my heart and leave footprints, but she couldn’t stop. As I said, she was just a cloud that would eventually float across my sky. Suddenly, a ringing of the phone interrupted my mind. It was Ling who asked me why I had not arrived at the night market with her, I told her that she was working overtime without any unnecessary explanation. She finally said that you were busy, and then hung up the phone. At this time, I suddenly felt that the office was surprisingly quiet. Only the computer was humming there. The pale light made me feel uncomfortable and somewhat inexplicably depressed, I had to get up and make myself a cup of tea, trying to make some noise to make myself feel more natural. I turned off the light by hand, and then I sat down and drank a mouthful of tea before my heart calmed down, he rubbed his swollen eyes and rechecked the file transfer progress. Half of the file was left. He watched the hard disk lying alone under the computer screen, reflecting a little light, its tireless work made me feel a little tired. The prose was still in the middle of the screen and I read it again. Maybe it was because my mood was different, I just closed my eyes and recalled Yun’s appearance unconsciously, but the face in my mind was no longer clear, and the picture deep in my memory began to get farther and farther away from me. I knew that I began to feel guilty for Ling. I don’t know how my thoughts get entangled in this. Maybe the memory of those years did not fade away, shrinking in a corner and silent, and this prose just became a blindly cited medicine and took out my memory, The picturesque scene obviously experienced the erosion of time and was no longer strong. However, the beauty of old years was still so memorable, but only limited to aftertaste. Clouds, just drift over. Files are still being transmitted, and life will continue. [Editor in charge: Man tree] Zan (essay editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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