Lei Ligang once caused a sensation in an article, saying that love is like fireworks, only for a moment.

Completed at 2: 30am on September 24th, 20065438+0 in Chengdu Guojiaqiao.

Later, it was first published in Tianya Forum and became the most clicked and replied prose post in 200 1 forum.

At the beginning of 2002,

Selected as one of the best prose works in Sohu Hanqing Literature Competition,

Enter the most beautiful article in my life and publish an integrated entity book.

Love is like fireworks, only for a moment.

Author Lei Ligang

○? There were many fireworks that year.

Eight years ago, I fell in love with a woman.

At that time, they were actually children. I am a sophomore and she is a freshman.

After all, time has passed so long that I can only remember some fragments floating like feathers. What impressed me the most was that I went with her to the countryside of Xindu County to find a fortune teller. At that time, I only knew her for two weeks, and I haven't touched my hand yet.

We carried our bags like guests thousands of miles away, but we only went to the countryside more than 20 kilometers away from Chengdu.

Our clothes are both weird and fashionable. At that time, I was just in my early twenties, still an unruly age. Like many people who love painting, my jeans will never be cleaned. One piece is in the east and the other piece is in the west, all of which are painted with various colors of oil. She laughed at me for wearing them on purpose, but it wasn't. Anyone who has painted oil paintings knows that if I am not careful, the paint will stick to my clothes and pants, which is inevitable.

However, I did cut a hole in my knee on purpose, but I won't admit it anyway. I said I was cut by thorns on a trip.

Besides, she is really the kind of girl who can dress up. She looks more mature than me and doesn't look like a freshman at all. Later, we officially fell in love, and many people said, how did you find a girlfriend older than you? Actually, she is one year younger than me.

On the other hand, she was not my girlfriend on that trip to the new country.

Because I took the wrong road, it was getting dark when I returned to the city, and I passed a farmer's house. They just set off fireworks, which are ordinary fireworks and can shoot simple patterns, just like common sticks in festivals.

At that time, firecrackers were not prohibited. Fireworks are set off at weddings and funerals, whether in cities or in rural areas. In my memory, there were many fireworks that year. I still don't know why the farmer set off fireworks, but I remember those fleeting flowers were beautiful.

Back to school, it's past ten, and we can't bear to part like this. We held hands for the first time downstairs in the girls' dormitory and stood in the shade. Until eleven o'clock, the building was about to close, and her back disappeared on the stairs.

From that moment on, I think I fell in love with her.

But it seems that after a few days, she fell in love with me, and we began to study at night together. Once, I deliberately wrote her name all over the draft paper and then pretended to go to the bathroom.

I think, when I leave, she will definitely read my draft paper, and then she will think that I am absent-minded and thinking about her. I guess she will be moved.

When I came back, she did it, looked at me incredulously and said, this is your trick again. I said, no. She was dubious, but she was still very moved.

Because I know it was just a prank, and that little thing hasn't touched me for a long time. However, it was not until July this year that I suddenly realized how much I cherish this kind of trick, because I no longer have the heart to engage in such tricks.

I clearly feel that even if I like another woman, I will never waste those thoughts.

Some things can only be experienced once, the same trick, and after one time, they are too lazy to play again, or even if they play again, they have no initial passion.

..... Passion fades in the most splendid moment like fireworks, and withers in the most splendid moment. Love is like fireworks, it only lasts for a moment. How can I believe in love again?

○? Fireworks party by danshui river.

That woman and I spent the most innocent time in our lives from 1993 to 1995.

We used to like Zheng Zhihua's song very much. She liked listening to me sing Let the Wind Blow best, but that song was rarely seen in the card room, so more often, I sang Zheng Zhihua's Fireworks Evening by the Danshui River.

Danshui River is far away in Taipei. Of course, we haven't been there, so we decided to arbitrarily name every favorite place Danshui River and every kind of light close to fireworks as fireworks.

Therefore, we participated in two "Danshui Riverside Fireworks Galas".

Once in the Catholic church,1February 24, 1993, we went to the church to spend Christmas Eve together. Mass is being held there, and the crowd is crowded. When we tried our best to find a place for my girl and me in the church, a priest came with a magic lamp and holy water. The candle of the holy lamp flickers, we say, how like fireworks.

The other time was in Southwest University for Nationalities, maybe 1994. After the Year of the Yi Nationality, the Yi students of Renmin University held a grand bonfire party on the playground, and my girl and I went to join in the fun.

It should be very cold that night, especially on the stone bench beside the playground. Hunting in the cold wind surprised us.

I put on her coat and then went to the campfire to dance with others. At first, she just sat at a distance and looked at me and smiled. I called her over and over again, and she finally joined. Holding hands, we gathered around the fire and laughed like fireworks.

By the way, there are bonfires, also like fireworks. It burns for a little longer, but it will eventually turn to ashes.

Shortly after the second fireworks show by Tamsui River, I heard a heartbroken man tell some secrets about love. She said that there has been such a legend for many years:

Love is easy to grow old and deteriorate. Generally, it is worn out in two years, and it is completely broken in 78 years, or it is transformed into other feelings, such as affection, such as sympathy. ...

I don't doubt this statement, but I have always been lucky enough to think that my love may be stronger than others, perhaps unique, and will not repeat the trajectory of all couples.

However, I was wrong.

It was not until I made a mistake that I realized that everyone would think that their love is unique and the strongest love, but in fact all love can only be strong to a certain extent.

How much a person loves himself, how much he loves his love. However, loving yourself is eternal, but loving yourself has a time limit.

When even the last passion is exhausted, love is gone.

We have no law to escape from love.

Six years ago, after I fell in love with that woman for two years, we both felt tired, tired and tired, so we broke up.

It should be 1995. Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, we tore up our most cherished photos.

It was my first formal love. After that first love, I was lovelorn for the first time.

She used to love me so much, but she still said goodbye.

Memories are beautiful because they are broken, and I have been wary of perfect things since then.

..... The fireworks party by Danshui River, the people who were together last year, may have been in the end of the world this year. Since we love each other so deeply, we can become passers-by. How can I believe in love again?

○? Abby fireworks lonely

About three months after I lost my first love, I had a second love.

Interestingly, my two loves turned out to be the same person.

That is to say, I broke up with that girl and got back together three months later.

It seems to be a continuation of the first love, but we all know that what we started was actually another relationship.

However, as long as you have loved once, you can never love anyone again, even if you are facing the person you loved the most. ...

Some behaviors are unrepeatable, or some behaviors can only happen at a certain age.

Love is actually like an underground coal mine. After hundreds of millions of years of precipitation, they are transformed by countless lush trees, but once they are mined, they are used so quickly.

Passion burns like a fire, and it will soon burn out the coal mine in your heart. At that time, even if the person you once loved comes to your side again, even if your reason is still urging you to love her, where can you find a new coal mine?

The coal has been used up, so the fire must be put out.

The most helpless thing in the world is this. You think you can treat her as well as before, but it's impossible.

Because of this, our love is unusually calm, surrounded by deep affection, which makes love unable to breathe, even more lonely than fireworks.

From the first time I fell in love with that girl to the fifth year now, we are actually tired, but because of inertia or laziness, neither of us has the energy to repeat another love, so we are still together. Just walk all the way.

In the seventh year, we looked at each other. I am her man, but I seem to be more like her brother, brother or father.

She is my woman, but she seems more like my sister or mother.

In short, everything is like lovers.

So, in the eighth year, we separated again.

I have been with that girl for eight years, and I feel more familiar than my parents who raised me for more than 20 years.

I suspect that people are too familiar with each other, and it is inevitable that there will be attacks. In the same way, children are always dissatisfied with their parents, but they are related by blood. Anyway, they always break off the relationship.

And people who love each other too much are bound to be too familiar. However, they are not blood relatives after all. Without children or other interests, they will have to be separated.

The deeper I once loved, the more unwilling I was, the bloodier I was, leaving a deep wound, so deep that I couldn't see the scar, as if I had never been hurt at all.

At that time, it was the real numbness, the real indifference and the real abandonment of love.

Really completely calm in the face of the former lovers who have been strangers since then.

..... When the wound healed, as if it had never been cut, everything seemed to calm down.

Only occasionally feel that love is more lonely than fireworks.

If we once really loved each other, why can't we last forever?

How can I believe in love again?

On September 22nd, 23rd and 24th, 20065438+0, I wrote sporadically.

Completed at Guojiaqiao at 2: 30am on September 24th, 20065438+0. Published in Tianya Forum, it became the most clicked and replied prose in 200 1 this forum.

At the beginning of 2002, he was selected as the best work in Sohu Prose Competition, and entered the most beautiful article in life, which cost a lot of money to publish.

On August 6, 20 17, I sorted out my old works and dug them up 5 kilometers away from the mainland where General Chang flew.