This love of wind and dust, the most dusty like a dream, the most encountered wonderful and unpredictable. This hurried life, in a flash, the white clouds still float overhead, the breeze still blows over the eyebrows, and the people who have met are difficult to meet.
In the long night, thinking of a heart, sorrow is also put down, joy is also put down, quiet as a lotus. It is said that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence. In fact, the real reunion should refer to the first encounter, and then unexpectedly met, without any invitation, without the slightest intention.
The world is so big, everyone is like dust in the wind, you are wandering at the other end of the world, I am wandering at this end of the cape, the sea of people is so bustling and vast, what kind of love should it be to meet again? To meet again?
I always have a feeling that the further you go back in life, the more you will feel mysterious, and the more you will wake up like a dream, so that you have to believe in many hearsay that have been doubtful.
Mr. Yang Dai said that when he was young, he thought that not reading books was not enough to understand life, and it was only later that he found that if he did not understand life, he could not read books. Yes, without personal experience and experience, how can we have a tangible sense of life?
I finally understood that the wonder of life lies in the magic of encountering. The encounters make us sometimes experience surprises, sometimes experience excitement, and sometimes suddenly solve our puzzles. The story of life, in fact, is the interpretation and connection of various encounters.
Originally, the so-called transparency of life refers to the doubts that have been accumulated in the heart, which have gradually been confirmed and explained in the long journey, so that the heart is clear and clear.
It's like, once you were young and young, and then you ran to your own things, you swore that there would be a period later. I believe that at that time, you were just talking about it, in fact, you all understood in your hearts that in this world, where there are so many goodbyes to look forward to, if there is no chance to reunite, turning around is a lifetime. However, there are always some people who will really reunite in surprise without warning.
Once reading Sanmao, reading that she and Jose were reunited six years later, the surging and touching was indescribable, although their stories did not belong to the unexpected encounter. I think that the brilliance of Sanmao lies largely in her encounter with Jose, in the fact that her love blossoms warmly and unrestrainedly.
It turns out that in this world, there is really a possibility, called the future period; there is really a kind of touch, called a long goodbye reunion; there is really a kind of love, called the fate of the fate to come and go to the fate is you.
Whenever I know the story of falling in love with the era of fresh clothes and angry horses, and re-encountering the vicissitudes of the mulberry field, it really makes people's blood boil. I think that in a person's life, if there can be such a legend, it must be the most beautiful freehand and singing in life.
The kind of male and female love that eventually becomes a family member after going around is not so much fate as it is a deep love. After a thousand sails, it is still you; in the end, it is you, and it does not matter how late it is.
Perhaps, many times, we only have to live ourselves as a passer-by, many things can be given a new meaning and mission, just so-called, there are hearts to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows.
I believe that when the devotion to a belief is enough to reach a certain level, it will be counterproductive, just as you believe in the good, the good will eventually come to you, you believe in love, and love will one day fall in your favor.
May you believe that in this world, there will really be an encounter called a long goodbye reunion.