In the vast sea of people, how many people can stay in the heart. All sentient beings, and how many love storms accompany each other, there are always unexpected surprises, and there are also departures without saying goodbye. Strange familiar, familiar far away, life is an experience; what changes is the mood, what does not change is the feeling. Fate, not to seek everyone, just to ask for someone is enough, feelings do not lie in how much, but in cherishing eternity. Good morning!
What kind of possession is solid? What kind of treasure is considered thorough? That is, when all people forget, I still remember that everything that went through, everything together, there was no regret or complaint. That's what I have in my heart. In my heart, there is a garden, and every corner is full of every person and every thing I pass, and they have beautified my eyes and soul. Good morning!
How many people will a person meet in his lifetime? But who? Across the mountains and waters, without seeing each other, they have been deeply rooted in their hearts. There is a deep affection, from a distant expectation; there is a kind of love, from a real emotion. Invisible companionship is warmly connected, and the resonance of sound is tacit. It is not necessary to get along day and night, but the attachment in the mind is only related to time; it is not necessarily the sea that is dry and rotten, but it is not only related to the heart. Good morning!
Life, in the intertwining of cold and warmth, forward, life, in the joy and sorrow of the clutch continues. Often standing in the crowd of people rubbing shoulders, watching the people coming and going, the heart still surges with the familiar feeling. In the deep and shallow footprints of the years, encounters and parting, every day is staged, meeting, is to leave warmth for each other; parting, just to get out of the season that does not belong to themselves, time, can be vicissitudes of appearance, only unchanged, is the gratitude for life, and the yearning for a better life. Good morning!
How many fates in life come and go like the wind, and in an instant, they change from familiar to strange. How many feelings are hidden in the heart, it is difficult to give up but it has become a lifelong heartache. People's hearts are always cold and warm, and it takes a little sincerity to meet each other. There is no reason to gather and scatter, not afraid of hurting the heart, the most afraid of not appreciating. True feelings are hidden in the heart, but they are difficult to touch. Take the initiative because you care; don't contact, just be afraid of being redundant. Fate, want a true heart; feelings, need a communication. Good morning!
The communication between love and affection does not lie in the moment of meeting, but in the eternal exchange. The closeness of the heart to the heart lies not in the distance, but in the touch of the heart. If the hearts know each other, they can communicate tacitly without much words; if they are compatible, they can wait for a long time without commitment. The heavens are separated, and the voice of the heart cannot be hindered; the years pass, and the sincere comfort of each other is guarded. The deepest warmth always comes from real emotions; the most beautiful scenery always comes from cherished love. Good morning!
The gathering and dispersion of the world is just the distance between the heart and the heart, there will eventually be people in the red dust, learn to be grateful in the encounter, moved in the experience, abundant in tolerance, one day, understand or not understand, love or not love, it does not matter, the fate of the gathering, the dispersion, is common. It's just that those who have, those who have passed away, have been the most beautiful scenery in life, but I hope that every encounter is a warm embrace; every time you look at each other, you can see each other's most beautiful smile. Good morning!
The two most difficult things in the world to forget, one is to meet, the other is to forget. Cherish when you meet, remember if you can't forget... Cherish everyone who can be called a friend, because that is where the wandering heart can stop. Take care of a love with your heart, watch this journey with love, and leave no regrets for life. I long to hold a warmth every time I reach out, and I hope that every look can get a sincerity. Bring the most beautiful smile and walk and pity, if you know each other, wordless and warm. Good morning!
In the red dust, how many thoughts and acquaintances there are, which have nothing to do with the wind and moon, and have nothing to do with meeting each other. Some encounters, some beautiful, just to remember, had to collect. May words be an encounter of life. Only by the glimmer of reading can you reach the heart that is understood. In the quiet time, it has been flowing quietly. The person who writes, the person who walks the words like Jane, and the person who reads, sees the words as they are. Good morning!