The spring flowers bloomed, but they didn't feel the slightest warmth. It was raining profusely, everywhere was cold, and the heart seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice slag. Perhaps because of the mood, the thin coolness of the world makes people feel even more cold.
Fate always mercilessly wrestles good people; tears always gently accompany people who are devoted; loneliness always coldly washes those who fall; time always clearly reorganizes people of the same kind.
Anyone who has walked on the edge of a cliff; anyone who has wandered once on the edge of life and death; and who has experienced great ups and downs and calmness will keep his mouth shut, and his words will be like gold. Because I see through it, I look down on it, focus on the road under my feet, and I don't want to pay attention to the rights and wrongs of others, black and white.
Because you understand, you are compassionate. Because of the phrase "understand", a thousand other words become small. Xiao Qiu, we understand your love for Li Chuan, even if you don't give up, you still let go and let him fly freely. Mei Jiao, we also understand your silence, even if the pain in your heart is unbearable, you still don't say a word, protect him thoroughly.
Love, what is it? Is it a confession? Is it ostentatious? Is it advocacy? Probably not. It is you, Xiao Qiu, who let us know how powerful the power of love is, it can provoke people to fight against fate and give people hope. It is you, Xiao Qiu, who let us understand that love is a heads-up, regardless of height and shortness. Love is not that you give when you give, but as long as you give, you have.
He is Xiao Qiu's Li Chuan, and he is also the Li Chuan of all of us. On the road of memories, let us look back frequently, and what we can't bear to say goodbye to is Li Qiu's love, as well as Li Chuan's talking eyes and lonely back. The sweetness of love moisturizes Xiao Qiu, and also warms our group of people who love Li Qiu.
The traces of time fall through the branches of the dappled light and shadow, we look for the ultimate unsatisfactory, fortunately there are you, there are footprints that you have left. Following the footsteps, we walk through the spring and autumn, through the four seasons, through the cycle of life, and meet you in that morning, dusk, and afternoon, sunset on the West Mountain. At any given moment, we rejoice and see that it is you.
