You live at the source of Hanshui River, and I live at the end of Hanshui River. Miss you every day and drink a river together. Who can give me a wonderful explanation?

You will understand after reading the following story ~ this is more profound ~!

As time goes by, youth, like a flower in late spring, falls slowly and continuously in the breeze in May, and most of the memories are left behind. But in such a deep night, because of a glass of water, I suddenly remembered him and everything about him.

Just because I drank a glass of water, just because I drank a glass of water from the Han River.

I was nineteen years old and a happy college girl. The afternoon I met him, I was in the library, reading a book, but I made an appointment with someone else to play tennis at four o'clock. I didn't bring my watch, so I thought it was almost time, so I went to ask a boy in the front row for the time.

The boy leaned over to me and mumbled something I didn't understand. I was shocked: "What? What did you say? "

His speed is getting slower and slower, so I still keep an eye on him. It took me a long time to understand that he was saying in English: He doesn't know what I'm talking about, but he obviously has black hair and eyes.

What, you are obsessed with practicing spoken English? Not to be outdone, I gave continuous shooting a few times on my left wrist with my right hand and shouted, "Time!"

He finally showed an epiphany, nodded and turned his face over to me, but never said anything again. I couldn't bear it. I stared at him: "Don't you feel tired?"

He looked at me blankly, for a long time, suddenly remembered something, pushed open the pen and paper and motioned for me to write. Why, keep it as evidence? I was rude, so I wrote "Where are you from?" Before he finished, he added, "Fake foreign devil." Glared at him and left.

The next morning, I was late for my first class I looked around the back door of the classroom, but I saw the boy standing with the professor yesterday. He obviously saw me, too, with a gentle light in his eyes. At this moment, the professor was introducing him, "This is my new graduate student from Korea …" I didn't hear the following words because I had already slipped away.

The campus in the sun is exceptionally quiet. I hid in the Woods and heard footsteps approaching me step by step. I just hung my head in despair. Footsteps stopped in front of me, and then a piece of paper was gently laid down. In addition to my masterpiece yesterday, there is a naive and neat sentence on it: "I am Korean, I am not a fake foreign devil." I raised my head bit by bit and met his quiet and sincere eyes, still holding the other hand.

He looked at the line, then at me, then at the line. For a long time, a smile rose on his face-he understood that my face turned red.

I am the first person he met in China, so I have an obligation to be his Chinese teacher. In the golden orange dusk of early summer, we went to the river. When the vast river came at us, I taught him my favorite song < < operator > >:

"You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink a river together. " I asked anxiously, "Do you understand?"

He read it gently several times and suddenly looked up: "Because I miss someone and drink the same water, even a river like the Yangtze River is actually very short." I repeatedly said, "Yes, yes." I couldn't help but be filled with joy and added, "One day, I will take you from the head of the Yangtze River to the end of the Yangtze River."

He said he would teach me Korean, and I said happily, "I love you." He coughed. "In other words." "Well,

I like you. what do you have to say? "I'm seriously waiting for his answer. He just smiled awkwardly for a long time, and his whole face slowly burned. It suddenly occurred to me that at this moment, I only felt my heart burning with it.

We gradually became inseparable. In summer, I took him for a walk in the depths of the forest near the East Lake. On snowy days, he rode his bicycle to far away places to buy me ice cream, and queued for hours to buy tickets for the concert in Cui Jian that we all liked. He often wears simple jeans and sneakers and has short black hair. Everyone didn't expect that he was not from China. I really forgot.

Unconsciously, I have known him for more than a year. That day, I went to his dormitory to find him and was about to knock on the door. In the door, he is arguing with others in his native language. My name appears frequently in their louder voices. I turned and went downstairs and went up again half an hour later. The door was open and he leaned against it, smoking vaguely. When you saw me, my cigarette dropped.

It's late autumn, the wind and rain are beating, and the golden leaves are falling and interwoven into a net, walking on the campus path, as if walking on a sad rainy street. We were all silent, only the fallen leaves made a gentle crushing sound under our feet.

He suddenly asked, "Have you ever wanted to go to Korea?"

I thought for a long time and honestly said, "No, I was born in Jianghan Plain. This is my country. I love the Yangtze River and the most beautiful love poems. I am a grown-up tree and cannot be transplanted casually. " I turned to look at him. "What about you? Have you ever thought about staying? "

He didn't say anything for a long time, and finally said slowly, "I spent the happiest time in my life here, and I really want to stay." But I am the only child in my family, and I can't shirk my responsibility. "

Then there was silence, and the autumn wind as thin as white paper passed by, and I felt cold. At the end of the path, I said, "Let's go back!" "

If the long road has no end, who wants to start this long March? If the price of hard-earned love is destined to be the scar of hard-earned love, then I would rather have neither. I started avoiding him, and he obviously avoided me.

When I heard the news that he was going back to China, we had broken up for more than a year. We are always busy and always have new people and new feelings. Slowly, I really thought I had forgotten him. At the noisy Christmas party, someone suddenly pointed at me and said, "That Korean boy with you, with his surname, has something to do at home and is going back to China soon."

I left after the party. It was dark at night, and the north wind cut me like a knife. I left in such a hurry that I almost tripped. Downstairs in the dormitory, a man stood, heard footsteps and turned around-it was him.

It is clear that 10,000 waves from the East China Sea came at me together, but I could only smile at him quietly. For a long time, he said, "I'm leaving." I said, "When?" He said, "Tomorrow." That's all. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Do you remember that you said you would take me from the head of the Yangtze River to the end of the Yangtze River?"

The river is cold and desolate, and only the sound of the rushing river accompanies us. He held my hand tightly, so tightly that it seemed to convey his temperature to me. I was so tired that I walked until I came to a desolate place. He held out his hand and gently took me into his arms.

I said in a low voice, "Go further and you will reach the place where the Han River and the Yangtze River meet. The place where I made peace is near the Han River, so my hometown is called Hanyang. "

He said quietly for a long time, "There is also a Han River flowing through my home, so my hometown is called Seoul."

I laughed and said, "You live at the end of the Hanshui River." He also smiled: "I live at the end of the Hanshui River."

"I miss you every day ..." I suddenly choked up. He suddenly hugged me and whispered a word in my ear. It was a strange language.

I asked, "What did you say?"

He kissed my earlobe hard. "You once asked me to teach you."

Suddenly, I was in tears. After all, he said it. From then on, mountains and rivers are far away. Passers-by in Xiao Lang, although he said, has doomed our separation, but he still said.

The Yangtze River roared around us. He kissed my earlobe over and over again, repeating it over and over again, and I just snuggled up to his chest and let the river blow my tears. ......

We met at the best time of our youth, but we couldn't deliver the same youth and the same beautiful future time to each other. I could only be by my Hanjiang River. After drinking a glass of Hanshui, I vaguely remember the man by the Hanshui River.