In a person's life, there will always be a heart-warming encounter, which is a beautiful fate and a romantic encounter. As Zhang Ailing said: "Meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time, there is no one step earlier, no one step later, just caught up with the ......."
I met you in the vast sea of people, smoke and rain, everything is like a long time ago, there is no cheesy politeness, no deliberate arrangement, no elaborate dress, I am like this, plain face, casually appeared in front of you.
All along, in the dark, I always feel that there will be someone waiting for my arrival in an unknown place, to meet you, to meet, to know, to hug, this is fate?Is it God's favor?A gift from God?Until now, in a dream, I put my hands together and prayed that I would not wake up from such a dream.
And just like that, by chance, we met and got to know each other. Since then, I have had a you in my heart, a lovely man whom I love to call "little old man". Humorous, funny, wise, sunny, hehe, is my favorite model.
In the smoke, rain and red dust, people know each other by fate. A casual encounter, "fate" closely links you and me. In your life, there may be many people who walk through your memories, but some memories, such as brilliant fireworks, are fleeting, just a passerby in life. And those unforgettable, perhaps, were once so beautiful, but in the end, they hurt us so much that we couldn't breathe and failed.
Walking through the vicissitudes of life, going through the wind and rain rainbow, the wounds and pains of the past will be healed by the invisible medicine of time, the impulses, passions, struggles, disputes, with the passage of time, gradually disappear in the passing years, crushed in the impetuousness of the passing years, precipitated in the dreams of the years like Caixia, and do not desecrate a trace of the breath of the years.
Tonight, the night is as cool as water, and the moon is like an eyebrow. I seemed to see Mr. Nalan Rongruo sitting in front of the desk, the moonlight was softly sprinkled on the rice paper in front of him, Mr. Nalan Rongruo took a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the poem "Magnolia with Reduced Characters" to his cousin:
When we met silently, a hibiscus was in the autumn rain. The small halo is red and the tide is slanted, and the heart is only phoenix.
Waiting to be called low, straight for the condensation of fear of people to see. If you want to complain about your feelings, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin. ”
A short life is like a white horse passing by, and the years are fleeting. There's no more reason for us to waste our good time. Cherish, everyone you meet in your life who is good to you, cherish, meet each other, get acquainted. The good times are like a flash in the pan, as if to watch a flower from Bao Lei to a withering place, to see a butterfly slowly break out of the cocoon, to see a touch of sunset infinitely good enough to hide in the night.
In a short life, there are many people, although they have fate, but they have no part. Obviously love each other, but always miss;I miss you and miss you, but I always miss you. It seems to be walking on two parallel lines, like sunset and sunrise, like flowers blooming and flowers, lovesick and in love with each other, but they can never be in love with each other.
Thousands of sails have passed, none of them are my love, three thousand weak water, which scoop knows my warmth and cold?"I'd rather wait for you to find out for the rest of my life. Loneliness or loneliness!
In my world, you are you, unique and irreplaceable!In the days to come, the season will only bloom for you, the breeze will only dance and fly for you, and the bright moon will be the same wine for you. For the rest of my life, I would rather wait silently for you until the end of my life, even if my face is not there, the earth is barren.
If there is an afterlife, don't let your thoughts be boundless and your thoughts endlessDon't let it, the vicissitudes of life, waiting for sorrow!
If there is an afterlife, don't let it, the dream is hard to stay, the flower, wither, look at the end of the world!