Inscription: Encounter no need for reason, no need for deliberate pursuit, unintentional encounter is often, and the most beautiful encounter may be a warm current in the cold, perhaps a rainbow after the wind and rain, in fact, the encounter itself is not worth it or not...
Winter, the snow girl dance showed her dance steps to say that it came, those scattered snow petals, spreading through the soft lips soaked the heart sea, very light, very painful, even a little cold, this winter, and there is no difference. The same cold, the same cold, the same snowflakes falling.
Time just fainted under our eyes, let us meet, meet, is the beginning of fate. However, many times, we can't choose such a beginning, nor can we predict the ending, only to keep the last period, so that helplessness wanders. On the road of life, there are always endless scenery. Flowers that you like to see, you don't necessarily like forever. Stories that were once infatuated may one day be forgotten. In this world, there is inadvertent interpretation of missed, in addition to scenery, there is also fate.
Years are sometimes like a profound memoir, accidentally picked up, dusted away the fallen dust, paved the yellowed folds, with a long mind, word by word, touched, you will feel that even in those most inconspicuous days, you can see the ordinary scenery in tears, so that people can not help but sigh the passing of time, the shortness of joy. Looking back at the stop, along the dark and shallow marks left by the road, all the way to find, there are flowers and birds, there will also be rain, snow, wind and frost. Cold and warm like a stream, how many pasts are mixed with trivial bits and pieces, quietly immersed in this silent and endless years. Even if time is silent, and you will still be reminded of people at a casual moment, no need to deliberately take over and turn, and no need to worry about whether you can plan, when you suddenly write the moment, the years will help you fill the most beautiful expectations.
Deep down, the affection is still the same. Thoughts are like the city, pouring my full of enthusiasm and ink on the earthly world, embracing the cold of this mid-winter season, stepping on a warm place, there is always a feeling that can warm the heart has long been stored in the heart, maybe you are the person who lives in my memories, you are the person I look forward to, you are my most beautiful encounter in this winter.
In fact, you have always been in my dream, we can't choose our destiny, but we all want to change our lives. In fact, life is morning and twilight. The days are chai rice oil and salt. The road traveled, the things that have passed, and the scenery that have been seen have gradually drifted away with the time, we do not have to lament, nor do we need to be sad, dreams are like cicada clothes, hearts are like glass, and when you meet, there is no worth or not. Only let this silent word walk with you and me, knot the fragmented thoughts into a string of notes, through space, fly over your ears, if there is a heart, everything is in the word.
I can't hold hands with you snowflakes, but I can hug you this winter cold! A little bit in the next spring blossom season!