When I was in elementary school at the age of 6, I memorized my family's phone number. When I was 17 years old, I was distracted when dialing home. I subconsciously pressed a series of numbers and it was you.
At that time, I could only get a brief respite when I was with you, so I was willing to do it even if it was painful later on. It was just a pity that when my love was exhausted, we had not reached the end yet.
So, the early spring finally went to silence and ushered in a whole barren summer, and I finally accepted your departure in autumn and chose to go to the withered winter.
Demining: a short essay from a first-person perspective, be
Purpose: Love bravely