Meet you, heart to heart
Author | Half Summer Source | Raindrops Garden
Editor: Yi meng Fang Fei ID: dreamflymf
I always believe that some fates are written poetically from the moment of encounter, with warmth, like a ray of sunshine stationed in your heart, and when you think of the corners of your mouth, your eyebrows will gently rise, and from then on, you will never forget.
I always believe that some fates will be beautiful at the first moment, and those pictures can be deeply imprinted in the heart without deliberateness. Without carving, you can be beautiful.
We all hope that if life is only nostalgic at first sight, then you are the person who is frozen in the picture of time and space. No matter how the years pass, we are only as we see it for the first time.
If it is a gentle rain, then he will always fall in my heart, and when I think of it, it will be like a cocoon, like walking into the rainy season. Since then, bit by bit, there has not been a day without thinking, without looking.
I still remember that deep alley, we have met several times, and we didn't know each other a few times, and only remembered you when I looked back with a low brow.
The lilac flowers are faint, or light, I don't know how many times they have bloomed in my dreams, but now they are finally presented in front of my eyes. The oil-paper umbrella slowly moves forward, I don't know how many time and space are staggered before they return to today's meeting...
I only know that I am the person who frequently looks back at you under your umbrella and smiles at you, and although the oil-paper umbrella has a variety of tricks, you still recognize me. We walked on the same trajectory again, strolling through the same piece of Fang Fei Li...
If the encounter is a flower affair, it has already bloomed all over the place, in my heart to the point of blooming, to the end, but it will only tell you that it just happened to pass by your spring, unintentionally witnessed your youthful appearance, had no intention of socializing in this juvenile time, and will eventually fall into a flowering period that cannot extricate itself, and the fragrant flowers cannot hide a secret.
That piece by piece withered is one thing I want to tell you one thing after another.
My world has long been in chaos, and you must know my pretense and composure. Your world knows how to start, but you don't know how to end. I also know that you have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time.
When they meet, they do not complain about death, they do not complain about other feelings, only he opens a beautiful flower affair, falling behind the season, only for the love when looking back, only for the embellishment of Juan Xiu on the Chinese dress and the background of the gradual drift behind us.
If the encounter is a snow fall, it must be clean and dustless, and every snowflake is a flying elf, looking for a temple of love. You will surely remember that on the silent street corner, under the warm yellow light, we suddenly twilight snow, suddenly whiteheads.
You say that the snow will never melt, and he will beautify our whole life. And I gently hold a piece that wants to seal it, but also accompany you crazy, accompany you to make trouble, accompany you to walk in the snow with debauchery, accompany you to have unrealistic dreams, and leave footprints all the way without knowing the depth.
Meeting you is like a dream, making me obsessed and hard to believe. That opening statement was so bland, but it could deeply plant acacia, and the years were deep. That feast, I am just a person in the corner who says little, but it can make you feel heavy and the fate is locked.
Fate is wonderful, and meeting you is a miracle in life. In the dream, there are flying flowers and fireflies, there are snow falling, and there are more joyful encounters. Life is not a beautiful dream, from the moment I met you, it has always made my heart move...