Several days ago I met my friend A Shan, who is my
childhood neighbor. We grew up together, but then chose a different life. I
went to Germany with my family, yet he stayed and did hard work to make his
dream come true.
We have not seen each other for a long time. He's much
taller than me now. I feel strange but also familiar.
"Hey," he said, "How do you do?" His
smile and words reminded me of his look in memory. He came to my home and my
parents were also happy to see him. We had a nice day.
Happy time is always short. He had his work and must go
forward. Before leaving he took some photos of me at the cold night of Germany.
The photos are in black and white, like old pictures, which I like very much.
After his leaving, I thought of him several times. I
wonder if he was thinking of me. I don't know whether I fall in love with him.
Maybe the sweet memory of old time or the longing for home give me the
illusion.
I cannot describe this feeling: it's just a feel, a
little sweet, a little bitter.
Some people would never be together but there’s a feeling hiding in their heart forever.
So tonight, I write my feeling, maybe tomorrow I'll feel
very different and have a new day.
Good night, my dear friends
