Appreciating the beauty of the text| I have always felt that everything in the world has long been arranged Author: Xi Murong Recitation: Wang Hui

Author: Xi Murong Recitation: Wang Hui

Sometimes, I cherish things, often just because of a thought, and this thought is: - this is the only time in my life, the only thing.

Then, all the love and affection are born from this, and they are unstoppable. And whether you can get it or not, there will always be sadness and resentment, and life will begin to become difficult and complicated. And now, sitting on the train heading south, looking at the scenery outside the window for a period of time, I suddenly realized that the only time in my life was just some bits and pieces of things and things?

My own life, my own life, is something I can only have once, and it is the only one I have! Then, everything that came, will pass, and everything that has passed will never come back, which is the only law in my only life.

So, if that's the case, why should I be obsessed with something and obsessed with some people?

If this is the case, why are we still ecstatic when we see each other, and sad after parting?

Since there is no eternal pause in time, no eternal space, I am like a wanderer with no beginning and no end, what ability do I have to collect the things I cherish? After collecting it, where can it be placed?

And now, sitting on the train heading south, what am I doing with my hands in my hands? I have always felt that everything in the world has been arranged, but when the time comes, you will not be able to understand, and the moment when you can understand, it is your fate.

People who have a relationship always meet when they spend a good full moon, and understand the things that should be understood at just the right time, no more, no less, not too early nor too late, in order to say just the right words at the right moment and form a just right marriage.

And people who don't have a chance will always miss each other. If you can really miss it, it will be enough, because then, just like two strangers who have not been able to meet in one lifetime, since they do not know each other, there will be no gain or loss, there will be no scars, and there will be no regrets.

Unfortunately, the kind of "fate" that can only be understood after the fact. It always happens on occasions where "missing each other". It is always after passing by that I find that you have said something to me that I have been looking forward to for a long time, but why can't I understand it when you speak? And when I went back to the crowd and frantically repeated you, why did you disappear again?

When I was young, you and I could no longer be found, and life turned out to be a regular yin and yang difference. Everything becomes a sign of growth, touching it, but there is nowhere to pursue. You can only taste one different vicissitudes after another in a period of time in the past. It is ridiculous that he knows that the performance should be a tragedy, but he still thinks that there is still a sweet sadness in the tears of the eyes.

This must be a kind of compensation that God gives to all those who have no luck. Life can therefore go on, so many identical stories will continue to play out over thousands of years, and in the hearts of those who have no luck, there will always be a vague melancholy of déjà vu.

At this moment, sitting on the train heading south, the sky outside the window had darkened. The lights are on in the carriage, and there are very few passengers, so this carriage is particularly clean and quiet. I looked out of the car window, and the field outside was pitch black, so the window was like a dark mirror that reflected my tearful face.

In front of this mirror that suddenly appeared, I realized that no matter how much I loved my life, no matter how much I regretted my miss, no matter how hard I tried to rediscover those traces of growth; all the moments still had to pass. Under all the pain and joy, life will still pass silently, never to return.

Perhaps, many years later, the only thing I can remember is the feeling of a little warmth and a little ice on my cheeks on this train heading south, in front of this dark mirror.

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