When the wind blows the earth, the hot sunlight pounces on you and throws you down in its big net. Pocketed in the net, a bag of dinner to be cooked. But the hour hand of time suddenly slowed down. Tick-tock, tick-tock, not easy to detect.
Maybe in the time of the magic, there is still a long story in our lives. We all still have a beautiful dream, slowly brewing.
In all the encounters, I don't know how long it took to pray and call to have the honor of meeting you. Even if there are many storms and difficulties in the future, as long as you think of a certain encounter, you feel that life has also been sweet and joyful.
In a person's life, there must be a person you love, or love you, who appears in life. Like a beautiful scenery, people stop in a hurry.
The people you love make you mature, sensible, and teach you to grow. The person who loves you gives you care, is considerate, and keeps you in your heart.
Being loved and giving love is a tenderness that arises from the heart. In this whirlpool of tenderness, we have all been deeply involved in it. Love is a kind of growth, love is a kind of understanding, love makes us have good intentions, love makes us pure in our hearts.
Love is a nourishment, love is an antidote. Even if life is very bitter, there is color in love. May we all sow the seeds of love in our hearts, and in our lives we can not only meet the people we love, but also sow great love and small love in the corners of the world.
Sometimes it's just a matter of being kind and not hurting others. It will allow people who are worried to have a good night's sleep.
With kind words and a tolerant mind, the world could have been a better place because of you. We don't need to have too much, we are content to simply live this life.
When it's quiet, it's nice. We can listen to the chirping of insects and birds. You can listen to the sound of rain falling on the eaves, umbrellas, and blades of grass. You can listen to the traffic and the noise of the crowds.
You can see bright flowers and lush trees. When the world is noisy, we are always meeting and looking forward to it.
Some people want to meet a woman as beautiful as a lilac flower, some people want to be like plums, orchids, bamboo, chrysanthemums, noble, elegant, unworldly... There are also people who want to live like vanilla and live with taste.
We are all unique and have our own style. We're all looking forward to finding like-minded friends and lovers with big hearts. In the days, chasing each other to grow.
Later parting taught us what a beautiful word it used to be. Because there have been people you have met who have been longing for you, unforgettable things.
Although the days are always moving forward, as long as you think of those growing companions, the corners of your mouth will rise unconsciously, and the tenderness in your heart will overflow from your eyes.
Once you bent your eyebrows and said ordinary words to someone. Once you gambled noisily, and your friends always fought and reconciled. Once upon a time, your days were full of noisy air. Nowadays, many people have dispersed from your life and have come to a pure place.
Time filters down, the most precious companionship and companionship. We always say goodbye to people in life, and constantly integrate into new environments and meet new friends.
Some people are destined to accompany us to see the sea and never meet again. You remember the weather, the temperature, the sunset, the waves, the mud snails, the crabs. You remember having a great time reuniting with old friends and laughing with new ones.
Then you see everything slowly disappear into the night, no longer being lifted. Some people are like sand swept away in a tidal wave.
We have long learned to look at parting with a normal mind. Some goodbyes, not so much.
The sage bought in May is already full of purple buds. In the heat of the heat, the leaves are somewhat listless. When the sun is sinking in the west, use a watering can to pour some coolness and water to let the dry soil get comfort.
Let the glow of the sunset shine on the purple bones, and let the budding flowers conceive a dream.
When the flowers bloom, we will meet. All people go through a long wait before they meet.
Fortunately, time has not lost our affection.
About the author: Nian Jinse, a young woman in literature and art, yearns for a free life.