Some encounters are destined to be the thick ink on the long scroll of life, when the fate comes, such as watching a flower bloom, when the fate goes, but forget to forget.
How many old things, separated by time, are sealed in the dust, or hidden, the heart is a city, full of joys and sorrows, and those times that are no longer in return.
Once we have warmly embraced spring, and spring will eventually fall into the arms of summer, once, we all went to the feast of flowers without hesitation, and those together through the scenery, do you remember?
Like a person, it is with joy, like the spring breeze blowing through the hairline, there are soft feelings flowing in the bottom of the heart, like gardenia blooming, there is a fragrance lingering between the eyebrows.
Like shallower than love, but purer than love, more lasting than heartbeat, like a person, don't need to get too close, just look at it from afar, happy, like a small flower, slowly blooming in the heart, is to look down at the shyness, is to look up at the clear sky, so full of him in his heart, happy his happiness, sad his sorrow.
If some emotions are destined to be just a shallow part of life, then I would rather choose just a shallow liking and missing lightly......
On the road of life, I always miss many moments of flowers because of busyness, and it is also because I am in the hustle and bustle, I yearn for a piece of clarity, longing for a pure land, to place my poetry and soul.
I want to find a pastoral, a wisp of freshness, among the green mountains and green waters, the grass and trees condense, smell the fragrance of flowers, let the heart stretch under the sky, and let the natural tranquility surge in the heart.
Some scenery can't be retained, just like I like the warm sun of spring so much, but I have to welcome the sea of flowers in summer.
Time is gradually drifting away, I just want to put a softness and calmness, properly attached to the plain paper of life, to be recalled, in the long river of years, we have all expected that time can be turned back, but, who can find the lost youth, the separated people?
Some people understand, but they need to be speechless in the end, just because the years are far-reaching, and when they ask each other, they have nothing to do, smile lightly, and the world is fine.
I understand that you will come, so I wait with peace of mind, not asking about the old spring, not afraid of the cold of autumn, and not afraid of meeting my old age.
In the days when you are not there, sometimes, I will feel very lonely, whether it is in the crowd of people, or in a secluded corner, missing like a pothos on the windowsill, growing crazy in time, it turns out that the taste of missing a person is a feeling that has been flowing in the bottom of my heart.
Some of the past are words rendered in blue and white, just sleeping in the heart so coolly, not as red as cinnabar, but also so soft, with the taste of time tempering.
Come idle, listen to ancient songs, drink tea, look for a string person, put the deep and shallow into the painting, the bluestone alley, faint the shallow traces, look at a place from afar, the mountains and rivers are quiet, the red dust feast, there will be high and low, each other is good, it is a sunny day.
Life is originally a lonely journey, few people will always be accompanied, fortunately there are you in the bottom of my heart, cry with me, laugh with me, wait with me, and bloom with me.
I like a faint feeling, although it is not strong, but it has been exuding a fragrance, just like this, I am thinking about you lightly......