Qiyue's Heartfelt Words
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2017.2.5, on the train back to Kyoto after the Spring Festival.
Dudu
Xiaoxiao: "Qiyue, some things need to be made clear, otherwise, it will be a lifetime thing. He cried that day, and I cried too. Let's try again."
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But, Xiaoxiao, what's the use of saying it? For your own sake, will you hurt another girl's heart? No one has the right to trample on other people's feelings.
"Meimei, do you want to hear the ending of the story I didn't finish last time?"
"Wait for you."
......
"Meimei, this story is over. I wonder if there will be a sequel."
From 2005, when I was in junior high school, to 2017, that's been my 12 years; from 2010, to 2017, that's been her 7 years. Everyone's youth isn't youth, so why should someone else withdraw for your feelings? In this relationship, who is the third party? Between us is an unbridgeable river of time, a past we can never return to.
To put it bluntly, this is a matter between the two of us and has nothing to do with anyone else.
Lin Lei, WeChat - blocked; phone number - blacklisted.
I'm sorry, I promised to go to your wedding, but I can't do it. I'm not that carefree. Three years of high school, I thought I had forgotten it, but it turned out to be buried. I remember this heartbeat, and I don't want to hear it again.
But who can live with guilt for the rest of their life?
It's time for me to cut my hair.
The rain is about to begin after all.
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Three years is not a long time, it is just us and our three years. This is the heartfelt words from teacher Qi Yue, please check it out, little cuties and big cuties.
As we are about to part, I really don’t know what to say. I met you when you were so young. Many years later, when you have grown up, you have no longer remembered that there was a person named "Qi Yue". We walked through a period of time together on your life path, an old time that neither you nor I can go back to.
Dear children, when you open these commemorative books of time, your teacher Qi Yue is no longer your teacher, but a passer-by who was fortunate enough to accompany you during your childhood.
Yixuan who regards me as a goddess, Pengpeng who is about to go abroad, Duoduo who dotes on me alone, the gentle Qiushuo, the little Tutu, the smiling Tiantian, and the him and her I love...
From the time you were three, I was with you until you were six; from the first day you came to me, until yesterday when I left. Seeing you is the happiest thing for me. I love every day you spend with me, and I love every time you call me "Qi Yue", which heals the wounds that seem to be there.
Seeing hope is seeing hope, the early rising sun is wonderful. Your present is my past, which I can never go back to. Please cherish it. I have learned a lot from you. It is because of you that I fell in love with art education. It is not so much that you are growing up, but rather that you have taught me to move forward.
On this journey of life, we will accompany each other wherever we go, and we will not say goodbye at the moment of separation. After all, we always look forward to that unexpected encounter to ignite our endless hope.
Thank you for your unwavering support. I've been with you all this time. This is a record of every moment you've shared, your laughter, your tears, your embarrassing moments, and your brilliant moments. I love every moment you've brought me. True love needs no words, just like a time memory book. The last words handwritten by Teacher Qiyue are: "Companionship is the most lasting confession of love."
I hope that your future life will be smooth and worry-free, and full of success.
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This is a confession from my comrade Qi Yue, please check it out.
After three years of work, I have forgotten more than I remember. I don’t remember the hard training, the grievances I suffered, the sweat I shed, and the dangers of the world. But I remember you, my comrades-in-arms who overcame difficulties together with me during those difficult years.
Meeting you, you, you, is a blessing. We've come this far, starting as new employees, through onboarding, training, experience, and growth. We've witnessed the rise of each campus, the expansion of headquarters from one to many, and the days of pursuing our dreams. We've truly lived up to our youth. Now, we've grown from many to one, witnessing the departures of each one. This has taught me that time truly can take things away, and that parting is the most profound expression of our time.
Looking back, isn't life made up of one scene after another of parting? Now, standing at the Beijing-Huaihe train station, I still hate parting, but looking back at the road I've come, I want to say, I can't wave my sleeves and leave without a cloud. What I want is to stay. What I leave behind may be good or bad, but I must leave a trace of my presence in your world, so that our meeting will be worthwhile. I must leave behind what I deserve to leave behind, so that my visit will be worthwhile. In the end, this is all I can do. For the place where I have poured three years of my heart and soul, I leave behind all the efforts I can.
Dear teachers, on this journey of aesthetic education, you must maintain a childlike innocence and remember the path you've taken. Your efforts may not always be rewarded equally, but they will undoubtedly be worth a thousand gold. See with your eyes and feel with your heart, and you will find that the love and hope you receive will make your life flourish and colorful. Together, we can cultivate this path of flowers in different spaces.
Leaning against the station, facing the city of Jinghuai, I waved goodbye.
Goodbye, my three years.
It’s great, it’s another train heading to my hometown. The sun is very bright today, and I look out the window, watching time passing by me.
In my more than 20 years of life, I used to be an optimist. Even if the sky fell, I felt that there were tall people to hold it up. In my life, I pursued freedom and love. However, I hated time, but at the same time, I liked it.
Sometimes, a century passes before we turn around. I believe in destiny, and I understand that we all meet and part. I fear growing up, and I don't want to. I dread the day when the people I love grow old, their youth gone. They say I'm just being overly concerned, imagining things young, but I want to say, time is free, so cherish the present.
Buddha said: "It takes five hundred glances in previous lives to get a chance to pass by each other in this life." I say: "Our meeting in this life is to repay the unfinished karma of the previous life."
I thank time for our reunion in the boundless river of time. But now, as I'm over half a century old, I sigh, "Time, please go slower. Your speed is so fast that it scares me."
At the end of my life, what can I say? What can I possibly say? After all, I'm still so inexperienced, I can't see or guess clearly. But I understand, and I cherish. No one belongs to anyone else, and no one's encounter with anyone is an accident in life. Their coming or going is teaching you something.
People live for decades, and the past never comes back. Meeting someone in this life in the vast sea of people is fate. Whether it's with parents, children, friends, or colleagues, we should seize the opportunity to get together and have fun. Even if we have to argue, we should argue as much as we can, because the person who can argue with you must be someone you think is worth it. Who would have the time to fight with a stranger on the street? When fate ends, when time comes to an end, look back and don't miss each other. After all, on the Naihe Bridge, after drinking Mengpo soup, all the past will return to dust, just a handful of yellow sand. So, cherish it, cherish the hard-earned things around you, and cherish the moment when you and I meet.
Gathering and separation are always impermanent, I hope you are well in your life.
Life is a train heading to the grave. There will be many stops along the way. It is difficult for someone to accompany you from beginning to end. When the person who accompanies you wants to get off, even if you are reluctant, you must be grateful and wave goodbye.
Thank you Mr. Hayao Miyazaki for teaching us a lesson in life.
Farewell to yesterday, the past has passed. Life ahead remains directionless, like a ship drifting aimlessly on the sea. The next six years were a period of stillness for me. People who were supposed to appear always reappeared, and things I wanted to forget kept coming back to me, unable to escape or hide. The only difference was that I was back in Yangbin City, a city both unfamiliar and familiar to me, close to home.
This marked the beginning of my six years of tepid success.
Every step you take in life counts.
The six years of self-imprisonment were both good and bad, and the feeling is hard to describe.
"The past me sentenced myself. For the next six years, I will carry the heavy shackles in my heart, be a fool, be dumb, watch, listen, and feel, without words or feelings. Just like that, I will open the prelude of my black and white gray life, waiting for the end of this rain, waiting for the moment of dawn."
Will this rain stop?
Will there be wind after this rain?
This rain, are we done?
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