I hope I come to her earlier

Walk in the black soil all over the rut, from time to time while blowing the breeze on both sides of the road seedlings. In early summer, the earth is full of vitality. The sky is blue and the sun is soft and warm, shining through the body. At this point my face without a little blood, each step forward, his face turned white. Slime chill continuously from the skin of each pore slowly deep into the bone marrow.
In the past, I had left countless footprints on the road with people.
Now I am going alone on this familiar road to see the one who walked with me on this road.
Never thought this way was actually so long, as if never come to an end. Looking at the distance Dai Dai blue mountain stand alone cloud, I believe at this moment she is watching me, I hope I come to her earlier.
Climb along the meandering trail up the mountain, the more and more quiet, the more desolate.
She lay quiet inside, I am outside. The stone pressed at the top of the grave is more like a pressure in my heart. Very heavy, I can not breathe.
I put a bunch of green roses in front. Burial in the poor barren village is extremely simple way, all the graves are no more than a loess. To the Ching Ming, her grave soil is still new but overgrown. I picked up a lot of wildflowers around her with my hands and clean the weeds, and I know she likes it.
Sitting next to her, swollen dry eyes shed no more tears. Green rose in gentle breeze. Under soft sunshine, it becomes bright and dazzling. She once said: "I really want to see the green rose, it must be beautiful." I promised her to bring her a bunch back to her next time. At that time she laughed like a pristine wild child in the mountains, without any trace of adulteration and contrition, from the heart of joy and expectation. Now I bring flowers, but people can not live in front of me, has long been the thing is non-human!
Scenes with her last scene reappear in my mind. That day she took me to school by car and smiled at me and said, "If you are smarter than me, you should go with the hope of everyone." How difficult it is for children in the mountains to go out! Zaguomaatie home, patchwork in the village, we can only choose one of two individuals to go to college. It is because of her to give up, my college life has begun. Take only one person's money to leave home, embark on an unknown journey. That day the weather is as clear as now, a few white clouds dotted blue sky with the wind changes. He wore a white dress, like a white butterfly flying in the air, gentle and moving but some faint sadness. She coughed twice from time to time, I told her to take good care of themselves, not too tired. In fact, I do not know why she can not stop a moment, the elderly grandparents, bedridden father, sick mother, underage brother • everything is waiting for her to take care of this bleak Home still want her to support. Sitting in a rusty, cheap van, she waved me at me and said goodbye to me. "Puff puff" with a mass of black smoke continue to disappear corner.
In fact, that day I walked shortly after I parked in the village and wanted to give her a hug. After a turn, I saw her squatting in place, curled up and buried her head in her arms. The trembling body and the irresistible weeping of my ears gave me the courage to walk past, and my heart quietly said goodbye and turned away. I know she is not so sad not to college, but she could not bear to me. She was only two months older than me. When I was young, I was always taking care of me as my sister and teasing me. When we grow up, we become intimate girlfriends, talking to each other in their youth, ignorant and throbbing.
At that time, the music seemed to play a time, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes mild melodious, sometimes crisp and loud. Water seems to flow in the flat on the ground, quietly sitting an afternoon, no word at all. There is no need for any language between us. I know, she knows.
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