Shallow joy, deep love
Author | Tea Flower Source | Anban Lan Ruo
Edit: Ichimon Fangfei
If you say, the years are the flow of the four seasons. Love, then, is the blooming flower on the paper kites of the years.
A blossom, an affectionate model. A flap, Gu Pansheng posture. Some are enthusiastic, some are dignified and elegant, and some are arrogant and cold.
In this way, it blooms in the story of time.
When I was young, I liked flowers, especially flowers that bloomed completely. The flowers bloom and are beautiful. Like a woman who came out of the poem, she smiled and looked forward to it.
But I know that even the most beautiful flowers will eventually fall. Like those twilight beauties, in the long river of history, zero has fallen into mud.
Perhaps, the best state is when the flowers are not fully bloomed.
The half-blooming flowers, as if they were shy maidens, hugged the pipa and half-covered their faces. The soft wind caressed it, the fine rain moisturized it, and even the sun took special care of it.
Good flowers are half-blooming, wine is slightly drunk, is a state of beauty, but also the most exciting moment in the world of feelings.
If the flowers are not fully bloomed, they will fail when they bloom. If the moon is not fully round, the full circle is missing. The best state of life is in the expectations that will not be fulfilled.
Like a person, such a feeling and state, like a half-blooming flower. Like, just a faint appreciation, a faint miss.
I thought of her long shawl hair, of the tenderness of her low brow, of the shyness of her looking back. Thinking of her, the heart will be sweet, sour, soft.
Like, far from the level of love. Like the new shoots drawn out in March, the flowers that spit out in April. Everything is happy, confused.
Love is the storm of July. Love comes so warmly that no one can stop it. Love is love, and everyone feels that their love is unique and earth-shattering. Even if your friends and relatives around you oppose it, you must be crazy about love.
However, by loving and loving, people have attachments. At the thought of greed, anger, and resentment, love becomes entangled, lonely and desperate. Those who should leave will eventually leave, and those who should be reunited will be reunited. It's just that the years are flying red, and what you feel has long been another state of mind.
Maybe familiar, maybe strange, maybe dependent, maybe divergent.
The Tao is ruthless but sentient, and when the love is thick, the emotion becomes thin.
Fanaticism is only for a moment, but a faint miss and like can be a lifetime. I don't want to have it, but I want to accompany you, across the distance of the end of the world, I still believe that you can feel a faint blessing, an inexplicable feeling.
If you like it to the extreme, it's like a flower blooming all at once. So brilliant, so delicate, can't put it down, can't bear it, that's love.
Love is extremely weak, and when love is thick, it becomes thinner. Not really faded, but deeper. Deep and bottomless, but no longer exposed, become calm and indifferent. Only when it was occasionally mentioned, the tide in my heart was still surging and my face was expressionless relief.
Xue Xiao zen said: Shallow joy deep love, if I choose, I choose to like, because like more long, more continuous, more suitable for a person secretly nostalgic, not ostentatious, not confrontational, just silent on the side, it is not complete enough to be enjoyable, but if you fight against time, it must be a bone sponge palm, this thousands of miles, only like, only like can go on a mighty way.
Shallow likes, like flowers waiting to bloom, are fragrant and always have good expectations.
Love is the bud that blooms to the extreme. If you love, you love deeply, even if this love is separated by mountains and seas. Because no matter how deep the love is, it cannot withstand the disappointment and waiting.
There is a love obsession in the human world, and this hatred is not related to the wind and the moon. If you love someone deeply, even if there is no wind, flowers and snow, you will travel through the dust of time and accompany you until you are old.
Shallow joy, deep love.
May someone like you as before, and someone loves you to the bone.
May the fresh clothes be angry, and someone accompany you to fight the sword in the end of the world. May the prosperity fall to an end, and someone will accompany you to the long stream.
May there be years to look back on, and to share the whitehead with deep affection.