In the days of losing you

After you leave, your black-black figure like a black stone, a pair of shining green jasper will always break into my dreams in the high moon night, and the bits and pieces that you have been with will still be clear. The ground is floating in my mind:

The first time I met you was a sunny afternoon nine years ago, when you were still small and only two slaps, so I often squatted in your arms to make you play. I don’t know why, you suddenly played with us and disappeared. You can’t catch your pet-like figure in the daytime, but you will always enter my house at night, as usual. Next to it, I call you well, I will always put the food I have prepared in front of you, watching you finish eating, and then look at your dark figure hidden in the night.

The last time I saw you was on a dark night with a black wind. You are wounded and come to my side, and the blood also extends from the door to my feet. I shouted and attracted many people, and when they saw you all over the body, they shook their heads. And you still cleverly lie next to me, whispering softly with the usual sound. I also licked my hand with a small tongue, then I fell asleep...

You were completely "disappeared" that night and have not returned for several days. On one night, sitting on the balcony on the first floor waiting for you, I suddenly remembered the reason why you often didn't come back - for the sake of freedom, you are more suitable for being free in nature...

You haven't come back for a few months, and I still open the door day after day, prepare food, sit on the stool and wait for you to come back, and the thoughts on you are increasing day by day. There are times when I have seen the figure that I have passed by me as you, but I will remember it afterwards. Gentle and affectionate, if you decide, you will not recognize me and our family.

The day before I moved, I cried. I was afraid that you would return home but could not find me, but in the end I still compromised to move. Before I left, I put a small bowl that you used outside the wall covered with thorns. And the wall is your graveyard. Yes, I finally believe in your death, and no longer deceive yourself and then wait for you with a cold wind.

From the moment I stepped out of my homeland, I never went to our former home, never "chat" with you outside the wall, and never opened the door to wait for you. Not because you have forgotten you, but because you are afraid of waiting for you, you still can't see you ruthlessly leaving me.

Just when I meet a shadow similar to yours, I still mistakenly think that I saw you. And in my dreams, I often have memories of you - a hair such as obsidian, a pair of kittens like jasper.

Ningxiang County Liushahe Middle School Third Day: Peng Yiyi