I met him in an old photo.
In the silver-salt black-and-white image, his moment was captured, his brows and eyes were so quiet that they were almost alienated, and his outline was so handsome that he was almost cold, like a silhouette sealed in time. Later I learned that he lived in Shanghai in the 1920s and secretly liked a woman named Jian Yuzhi. There are many "wood" characters hidden in his name, and he is really like a tree, calm, tall and straight, without arguing or saying anything, but always growing wantonly in the deepest soil.
And I, an ordinary student studying in Indiana, accidentally lived in the university dormitory where that woman lived a hundred years ago. Late one night, I met him in the black and white photo that originally belonged to her. From that moment on, fate quietly opened a door, leading me into a conversation that spanned time and space, continuing an unfinished farewell.
In the midst of all this chaos, there was another person who quietly walked into my life. I couldn't tell what I was waiting for. Not sure who I am saying goodbye to.
We can only go through life once.
But even so, would you still want to go again for some people? Say "I'm sorry" for them that they have never been able to say, and take a look at the four seasons that they have not finished. Until everything is taken away by the wind, what is left behind will be a requiem that no one will play but will always be unforgettable.
Purpose: Respond to fate with gentleness, find hope in separation, cherish the present, understand the past, and move forward firmly.
