I want to hold the fate and keep this eternal beauty, but sometimes, fate is a naughty angel, never staying one side forever. When it flew away, I did not complain, and the beauty was rooted in the quietest and warmest corner of my heart.
If, when we are as white as frost, we can meet again in the mountains where the maple forest is dyed, gently whisper and slowly recall the innocence and persistence of youth. How can we not smile and say, "Thank you for fate." ”
How many times have they seen each other like the old candle night talk, how many times have the geese flew, the fish passed the ruler, how many times they stepped on the lotus platform together, how many times they have told the wind about their pride, whether it is the hometown or the love in front of them, if, if we can meet in the vast sea of life and become friends, I just want to say: "I hope that people will be long- and thousands of miles together." ”