Memories of Mengli

Seeing each other's words is like their face, and people say that if they were exposed to snow together in the morning, they would be together for the rest of their lives. It's a pity that the old age cannot be replaced by snow, but getting to know each other is already a blessing. I have no regrets in my life, but I have no regrets. I still remember the temple prayers in spring, the lingering paper kites in midsummer, the implicit glances in autumn, and the passionate kisses in winter. I even remember the last words you said to me on the day I was studying abroad, "The water is uncertain, the flowers are gone, we will meet again," and there was another sentence after that, "People grow in separation." I read this in a book. I know very well the impermanence of life and the helplessness of separation, but the moment you left, I still couldn't control the sadness in my heart. The flowers are endless, the moon is endless, and our hearts are the same. We obviously love each other so much. "The sorrow of separation is like grass in spring. The longer you travel, the farther you go, the more you live." The sadness of separation has not faded with time, and I am even more afraid that it will not be retained in the world.