On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of another year, the chill in Rehe was not over yet, and it was still freezing. It's just that hail fell a few days ago, which decorated the earth well. The blue sky seems to be embedded with strands of gossamer, sparse but not falling.
The second girl went to the street to buy groceries early in the morning, and probably only went there at sunrise. She said that at that time, the streets were sparsely populated, neither crowded nor chaotic, and everyone was orderly.
I put my head out in front of the outer window of the mansion, and occasionally glanced at the street to see if there was the person I was waiting for. I have developed a habit of taking a walk along the passageways of the house from time to time to look at the scenery. I have been waiting for someone, someone important in my life. That person once said, "When the sun sets, I will come to find you."
I didn't know if she would come to me, so I kept waiting and waiting. Every time when the sun sets, I always go to the bustling streets to look for her shadow. At that time, the streets are full of lanterns, and the little boys and girls are playing, noisy to the grandparents to buy lanterns and sugar paintings. The waiters in the shop shouted, and the rare treasures they displayed were all dazzling and refreshing...
There are too many joys and sorrows in this world. I said I would wait for her, but I don't know if I can see her again in this life. Maybe she is no longer in this world. The so-called nostalgia is just self-comfort.