"The Officer and the Boy" reminded me of a summer vacation in a small mountain village.
A big brother in the village became my partner. He was broad-shouldered and tall, and he always liked to open his collar to reveal his thin chest muscles. He had the body and complexion of a healthy and honest farmer's son.
During the day, he took me to do slingshots, dig bird nests, pick wild fruits, row a boat, swim in the wild, roast sweet potatoes... Over the mountains to see the scenery on the other side.
When the curtain was pulled down in the sky, we lay on the lawn counting the stars, humming a song, never woke up, but dreamed.
The world in the mountains is so beautiful, the woods are so green, and the sun is so dazzling.
He knows how to please me, and he never hides his friendship with me. One afternoon, he whispered to me: I want you to stay here.
At the beginning of love, he sowed the seeds of love in my mind and catalyzed my soil with a smile.
Once our innocent childhood was shriveled by the sun, once our summer time was endless and long, once we sang in the wind with joy.
But just like that, I suddenly had a premonition that the day was breaking, and I knew that the journey had come to an end.
This virgin voice crossed the hill, brushed over the lake, blew over the hill, and never came back.
Flowers have a re-opening day, and people are no longer young.
Life is like seasons repeating, coming and going, as if nothing happened, but everything has already happened.
Looking back now, it seems like a distant dream.
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