That Light

The afternoon sun shines lazily through the glass, over the bookshelf, dyeing the dark wooden table golden, and then turning into a light veil draped over the girl like a cherry blossom. The slight sound of turning books is accompanied by the chirping of birds outside the window. Time seems to be frozen at this moment, all set in the frame of time. "Ah! Another beautiful noon." The girl looked out the window and thought. My name is Lin Hui. I like the world that belongs to me at this moment. I like to smell the sun-drenched book and ink. I like to read the book "You Be Like a Bird Flying to Your Mountain". While reading, I imagine that I am a bird that keeps flying in the long years. I spend the long and silent journey in the mountains and rivers until I find my destination. Where should I live? I thought I was in a small corner of the world. I was always the only one in the world that belonged to me. The onlookers passed by in a hurry. I was always me, a lonely person. Until——that person appeared, and his figure suddenly appeared in the closed world. It was also one afternoon, and that beam of light came in. "Hello, can I sit here?" He stood next to me and asked. The unfamiliar voice was like a pebble suddenly falling into the calm water. I reluctantly pulled my thoughts out of the island and nodded instinctively, seeming to see my acquiescence. As the chair on the left was slowly pulled, his shadow appeared on my book. As he sat down, the sudden gray on the book seemed to suddenly gain weight and shape, spreading like ink. The silhouette of the head and the slope of the shoulders clearly appeared in front of my eyes. I want to return my eyes to the words, and want to continue to return to my kingdom and drift away with the wind, but for some reason, his greetings always echo in my mind, but my consciousness is filled with lead and is difficult to sink into. I had no choice but to raise my head to see the visitor who disturbed my world. The black hairband stretched across my forehead, and the slightly curly black hair overflowed from the sideburns and the hairband, fluffy and soft. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on the bridge of my nose, and the gaze behind the lenses made me tremble inwardly, ah! Those eyes were the same as mine, lonely and proud. At this moment, it seemed like a beam of light entered my world. How he resembles the mountain I am looking for. "There is no joy in life, no pain in death, life is just like seeing him for the first time." I seemed to be sure that it was him. What does it feel like? The sun shines through its slightly curly temples, spreading the warmth of its skin onto my book. Looking at his face, my heartbeat is slowly accelerating. Me, what's wrong with me? I want to see the sea with him, stand on the rocks, and listen to the breath of the sea together. Our eyes intersect. In front of the word "forever", everything seems frivolous and short. I also want to go to the green grassland with him to share freedom, to connect heart to heart in the desolate and gentle desert... I am that lonely bird, traveling between the mountains, spending the spring, autumn, winter and summer. I picked up all the cold branches and refused to perch. I also stared at the stars over and over again, thinking that the non-stop journey is my destination. Sometimes I can understand with one look, he is the person I am looking for. I want to be with him! This idea floods my mind, but I don't know how to express it, but I know that he also likes to pursue his own aspirations. "Now, read this book, you will definitely like it", so I left him this book - "You should be like a bird flying to your mountain" before leaving. I wrote on the first page of the book: "Love is the beginning of loneliness and the only way to fight against loneliness." I don't know what the result will be, but at least I have to give it a try.           ，，？