There's a longing for "never see each other again."
Perhaps, the most cruel thing in this world is to meet love, but there is no fate.
Two people, into the heart, closer to the body, but after a hug, since then separated from the two ends of the world.
Thus, time, like a sword and light sword shadow, after an ambiguity, only endless lovesickness remains.
In the thoughts, it is as if you have entered a spell, and the figure of that person is like growing from a seedling to a towering tree, and when you realize it in hindsight, you have already been intoxicated.
Even if the man is gone, affectionate, but stubbornly still in the heart, leaning alone against the railing, silently waiting.
The Buddhists once divided life into seven kinds of suffering: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and unavoidable.
Birth, old age, illness and death is a natural state, is the normal law of life, and love parting, but it is the arrangement of fate, which will meet and become a delusional waiting and painful perseverance.
Between the herbs, silently plucking the strings of the thoughts in his hands; the wind and frost are dying, quietly writing down the flow of the year of waiting for the lover.
A calm heart will always have thousands of waves because of a small ripple; a calm eye will always be flooded with melancholy because of a similar figure.
In "Step by Step", if the oil is exhausted, she writes to the fourth master: from love to worry, from love to fear, if you leave love and hate, no worries are fearful.
After writing this letter, she had already passed away before the fourth master had opened it.
Before that, she missed him, looking through the autumn water every day, hoping to see him one last time. She struggled and sank, couldn't put it down, couldn't give up, but finally left with regret.
When people live for a lifetime, the encounter of love is always suddenly and unexpectedly encountered; and the sorrow of parting is like a cold winter, and it needs to be done day by day, looking forward to the warm blossoms of spring.
The streamer will always throw people away, the old face, the white silk, the love lingering, but only the regret of never seeing each other again.
There's a longing called "waiting for you to come back."
Li Shangyin once wrote: He Dang cut the candle in the west window, but said that when it rained at night.
Outside the window, drizzling rain, a haze, inside the house, a lamp, a pot of wine, a lonely man. Deep courtyards, lonely nights, drinking alone under the window and thinking of people in the distance.
Wonder what she's doing right now? Are you also reminiscing about the days when you used to be together? So he picked up the lamp and wrote down a line of writing, and pinned all the sorrows and joys in his heart.
Love, really can't be rendered too beautiful.
But acacia is like playing a song entrusted to Mingyue, and even if the two people are thousands of miles away, they can appreciate it together.
Once paired in pairs, the shallow sigh of the moment, only looking forward to the day when they can step on the horse and return to their hometown, and meet with their sweethearts.
Thoughts are bitter, but waiting is beautiful.
There was a hint of anticipation in the tearful gaze, like a small flower blooming in the alley, wafting with a faint fragrance, and the petals sprinkled all over the alley.
If the love is there, the heart is there, no matter how far away, the reeds are as moist as silk, and the rocks are not shifted.
Every pair of lovers will have moments of separation. But as long as there is still a return date, then there will always be a touch of warmth on the tip of the heart, clinging to the years of separation, and turning an expectation into cute and vivid.
This life of a person seems to be long, but in fact it is short.
Everyone, from a small child, grows into an adult; from a lonely person, to someone who can rely on you side by side; from a dark and lonely day, to a happy and bright company with each other... There will always be some bitterness and joy.
Perhaps you once were the joy of "the head of the willow on the moon, and the people are about after dusk", and the confusion of "if the two loves are long, they will be in the twilight of the dynasty", but one day, you will have the rest of your life of "holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son".
If there is love in the heart, it will not lose its way; if there is thought in the heart, even if it is separated by mountains and seas, the mountains and seas can be peaceful.
There's a kind of longing called "you never know."
Linglong dice an red bean, into the bone acacia do you know?
Some people's love belongs to him alone.
Obviously, that person was already deeply engraved in his flesh and blood, in his bones, in his eyes, but even if they were close at hand, the person who was missed did not know that there was a person who was deeply in love with him.
The vicissitudes of the world, the gentle passages of time, they have never held hands, let alone know much about each other, and even that person does not know his existence.
However, he still turned this thought into a matter for him alone, and his seven exquisite hearts became stupid.
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Time is like flowing water, perhaps, you think that in this life, you will meet many people, many stories will happen.
However, there is only one person in the sea of thousands of people, let you hurry up, and it will never be forgotten again. There is no twilight of keeping each other, there is no deep affection between you and me, and there is no small plot that depends on each other.
Just that smile, that gentle word, that one action that warmed him... It touched your heart so much, love is not meticulous, but unforgettable.
Since then, midnight dreams have returned, opening a long lovesickness. Like a dream, you can obviously wake up, but you are immersed in the faint pain, you can't put it down, you can't forget it.
In the ordinary days, there will still be a step-by-step life, still will go out early and return late to work, but every time in their leisure, they will think of the figure of the person, secretly observe the dynamics of the other party, and always remember the scene that once met.
Everyone says that acacia should be a story between two lovers, but acacia is also a one-person movement in a crush.
There is no love legend that rushes to the earth, there is no long stream of love, there is no earth-shattering touching plot, and there is no energy to meet and leave the ups and downs... Just a person, so quietly, silently thinking.
It makes people feel sad, makes people feel sorry, makes people silently bless, and makes people look forward to him coming out quickly, finding his true romance and profundity, and finding a person whose soul is attracted and perfectly matched.
Thoughts should be mutual.
If it is only a matter of one person, more or less, more or less charm, but less emotional taste.
The love story of the old time will always have some regrets, but the life of the new era needs some affirmation and some bravery.
Therefore, if you love, don't let a true feeling enter the dream of fireworks, the temporary splendor, the eternal loneliness;
If you love, in this disturbing red dust, play a period of obsession, play a piece of entanglement, interpret this life's "inseparable, cut continuously".
Life is a long road, don't have a day when thoughts become your habit.
Author, Frank Fox
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May you find in my words the ordinary years, a strong affection! Thanks for your attention!