At first sight the gentleman mistakenly for life.
Probably, in the most beautiful years, with the most beautiful posture, I met a person who stunned the time.
As the poem says, as he crawled before the Buddha five hundred years ago,
Ask for a relationship, ask for a person, ask for a lifetime.
The crowd meets in the sea, how many people rub shoulders, turn back, that is, meet and ignite.
It was the one who looked at it more in the red dust, but in the bottom of my heart, I had an obsession.
Knowing Junchu is like returning from the past.
I have heard some stories of seeing each other at first sight, and I have also met several people with shallow love, and there is an unexpected surprise.
Meet, a beautiful and heartwarming word, the world seems to always have some magical power, in the next intersection corner, in the next red dust ferry, a step away, life may pass by, or from now on hand to the end of the world.
I think most people, in this life, have met an unforgettable person.
Maybe after a promise that will not be abandoned, the final song will be dispersed, the lights will be cool at night, and it will eventually become a grudge, probably for another period.
That year, a friend wrote such a sentence: In the spring of the coming year, Tao Li Yan can be expected to be under the willow and Junfeng.
Time has already passed several degrees of spring and autumn. Spring flowers are thankful, autumn flowers are white, and a heavy snow has buried the past. Peach willows are in spring again, flowers bloom a few degrees, and spring love is infinite. That person, may have met again, that love, can be remembered again.
Time, always like a sharp carving knife, engraves the vicissitudes and the poison of the years in our hearts, those unavoidable encounters, unanticipated reunions, and ignited several wars in the smoke of time.
When a person waits for a long time, the heart will become amber.
Those sweet and sour pasts, those folded old memories, those hatreds and thoughts, those pains and joys, eventually became the thoughts of the rest of my life.
A thought, if life is only as it first saw, what autumn wind sad painting fan;
Two thoughts, a glance of ten thousand years, goodbye is already a vicissitudes;
Three thoughts, in the endless wilderness of time, the old lamp is still illuminated.
Cangyang Gyatso said: All encounters in the world are long-term reunions.
Turning mountains and water to stupas, wandering in the red dust, washing in samsara, there are always some bits that cannot be erased.
It is the look that fell back in that year, the face that was seen by the lights of that night, the endless infatuation in the long time, and the memory left in the silence of the years.
I know that all encounters are providence;
I hope that all separations will be another period.