In fact, this was supposed to be a letter. It passed through the hands of countless postmen on the road and bumped for many days before being delivered to your hands. However, I want to find you, not because I am lonely, nor because I want to find you.
She was forced to do this to get rid of the cold winter; because when a person wants to spend the rest of her life with another person, she will wish that the rest of her life begins now, and before that she always thought that this was something special.
Your feelings should not cause trouble to the other person.
I wanted to write this letter to you a few years ago. I have put it in a bottle in my heart for I don’t know how long. I can’t just leave it there and sit there.
No matter. After all, I don’t know when water will come in and completely erode this letter. I can’t read the content of this letter at all.
I like you, you may have noticed this when you read this letter. Yes, I like you, to what extent? Probably like a bear who likes spring.
"I love you the most, Midori."
"To what extent?"
"Like a bear in spring."
"A bear in spring?" Midoriko raised her face again, "What bear in spring?"
"In the spring field, you are walking alone, and a cute little bear walks across the way. The fur on its body is like velvet and its eyes are round. It says to you: 'Hello, miss, let's roll with me.'
Huh?', and then you hugged the little bear and rolled down the clover-covered hillside, playing for a whole day. Do you think it's great?"
"marvelous."
"I like you so much."
Yes, I like you so much.
I like the way you smile. Your smile is different from other people's. In places where no one thinks it's funny, you show a unique smile that makes people infected. Every time I hear your laugh,
I will subconsciously turn my head and focus my eyes on you. Everyone says that your strange smile is inherited from someone, but I always feel that you are you. And I just like this.
of you.
I like the way you look when you are angry. In fact, you have a good temper. When faced with my willful actions from time to time, you will just pout and pretend to be angry. You want me to comfort you, and then you will be happy in my arms.
I laughed. But when I was bullied by others, you would appear in front of me in an instant, open your arms that were not particularly generous, stand tremblingly and firmly on the earth, and hide.
In your shadow, I will always feel an inexplicable sense of security.
I like the way you cry. When we first met, you were a little crybaby and would shed tears when encountering big or small things. But at that time, I always pretended to be mature and would reach out to comfort you, and then
Let me tell you some so-called truths. Slowly you grow up and become a strong and excellent person. But every time a member wants to leave us, you always hide in the corner and shed tears silently.
, you shrink back and don’t want others to notice you, but I don’t know that every time my eyes will be focused on you. You always think that being able to hide your emotions is a sign of growing up, but I think it is your ability at this time.
Tears make me feel that you have really grown up.
I like the way you look when you first wake up. You are a little angry when you wake up. You always like to blink your fluffy eyes and turn off the alarm clock next to you. Then you wrap your head in a quilt and roll around on the bed, trying to fall asleep again but...
You look particularly cute when you can't sleep. Sometimes when you really can't wake up, I will secretly put my hand into the clothes on your back to let you feel the instant coolness, and you will arch your little nose and show some anger.
His expression immediately dissipated the moment he saw me, turning into a helpless smile.
I like the way you sing, I like the way you dance, I like the way you express yourself freely, and I also like the way you have fun with your friends.
You once asked me if we would be lifelong friends. I nodded at that time, but I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise today.
How do I like you? It's probably like in a novel. I accompany you to climb mountains, listen to the songs we talk about on the shamisen, and use the frost and snow to wipe away the white powder on your face, revealing your pure white face.
With a red face; lying on the window with you watching the snow, putting my hands around your neck from behind and touching your Adam's apple slightly; telling you the stories you like, and then the two of you hugging each other and laughing stupidly.
I thought about it clearly. The clarity here is not as clear as seeing the stones at the bottom of the lake through the water in the lake, nor is it as clear as a short-sighted person wearing his eyes.
I have always felt that I should not and cannot express these feelings to you, but I don’t know that I can think of you so much. I miss you today more than tomorrow, and tomorrow I will do the same again, and finally one day, I miss you so much.
The fish ran out of my mind howling. Their brave nature probably caused them to be photographed here and turned into such a crappy piece of nonsense. But they are happy to talk like this. After all, this is
This is also the first time that I tell you these things through words.
I have never seen anyone like you, and I am thinking that I will probably never see anyone like you again. I often wonder alone that there are white cranes and parrots in this world.
hybrid.
In my mind, there is always a girl who thinks with her back to the world. Although I have always stood by your side before, now, I can only look at your back from a distance.
Mr. Keigo Higashino, whom we all like very much, once wrote such a sentence.
"Please give me your advice for the rest of my life." This is what Fengmei said to her father when she decided to "leave the nest and stand on her own feet."
In fact, I have always felt that I am your mother and your sister, always taking care of you; but after I left, I discovered that I was the only one who was looking forward to everything, and you had already grown up without me noticing.
I can't see the height anymore.
You once said that your second favorite thing is when you are alone, and your first favorite thing is when you cuddle up with me and read a book.
So if you were reading a book quietly alone in a building under the charming sunshine on an ordinary day, would you mind if a gray spring bear knocked on the door?
I dragged you rolling on the hillside for a day, sat next to you and read with you all day long, and tied the only four-leaf clover I picked to your hair with rough and immature techniques.