#我的年度歌单 #
When Zhi Tianfeng recalled his first love before Valentine's Day, the song "Like Fog Like Rain and Like Wind" gushed out from his heart.
Today on the street to see the roadside flower shop has hung up the Valentine's Day order flower advertisement, back home I read on the sofa where Ge You is lying, searched for Liang Yanling's singing "like fog like rain and like wind" this folk song, is not to remember the first love, the mood is a little inexplicable, neither like the taste of coffee, nor the taste of chocolate, nor the taste of oranges.
I started working in the early '90s, had a new relationship, and started falling in love like all girls. We are both second generation oilers, he went to technical school to study drilling, and I worked in chemical industry in petrochemical plants. Half a year after we began to communicate, I remember one evening in the summer, I was asked to come out for a walk and said to me that next week all the members of their unit transferred to the Xinjiang Petroleum Bureau well team more than 2,000 kilometers away from home to work, we were young and ignorant, and we were naïve enough to yearn for the joy of writing letters, and we met to use the only phone of the unit to contact us on the night shift, and we looked forward to the excitement that the night shift could be called at night. At that time, there were occasional phone calls once a month, and the mood was extremely excited, and we wanted to say too much to finish. The next year's Spring Festival he returned to southern Xinjiang to visit his parents, one afternoon before the end of the family visit holiday, he asked me to walk in the park, he quietly looked at the fluttering leaves and said, we are too far apart, can not move the work unit can only break up, I am still in the hope of being frozen by a basin of ice water, suddenly disappeared the mood of the first love, today a little remembered are inexplicably uncomfortable.
Lyrics "I don't know your heart forever, you treat me like fog like rain and like wind Come and go only to leave an emptiness", is it that love in the world is like fog like rain and like wind, fate is like fog like rain and like wind, can't see clearly and can't hide, don't cling to things you can't grasp. Now is also the age of knowing the destiny, remembering the first love is like a kind of chaff fruit is chaff, no longer sweet, no longer moisture, no fruit original taste.
