The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the fireworks in the world are all monarchs
In the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a woman named Yuan Rui. She was dressed in a yellow cheongsam, as if she had brought the spring colors of the garden into her clothes. The cheongsam is cut close-fitting and has smooth lines, outlining her graceful figure just right. Every line on the cheongsam is like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, looming, ethereal and mysterious.
Yuan Rui stood on the ancient bridge, the water under the bridge was murmuring, and the willows were still on the side of the bridge. She closed her eyes lightly, letting the breeze blow across her cheeks and take away the dust from her heart. At this moment, she blends in with the surrounding scenery, as if she has become a stroke in this Jiangnan ink painting.
She loves the sentence "The mountains and rivers are far and wide, the fireworks in the world, without you, all of them are you". This sentence seems to be a portrayal of her heart and her connection to the world. She often thinks that although the mountains and rivers are far away, they are not as good as the persistence and desire for love in her heart; Although the fireworks in this world are noisy, they are not as good as the yearning and pursuit of tranquility in her heart.
Yuan Rui's gaze passed through the willows and cast it into the distant landscape. Between the mountains and rivers, the clouds and mist are shrouded, as if countless stories and secrets are hidden. She couldn't help but feel an inexplicable feeling in her heart, as if she was a wisp of breeze between the mountains and rivers, shuttling freely in every corner.
She remembered her encounter with him, on a spring afternoon. The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry. He was dressed in white and walked from afar, like a teenager who had walked out of a poem or painting. His eyes are clear and deep, as if he can see through the human heart. At that moment, Yuan Rui's heart moved, and she knew that she had fallen deeply in love with him.
However, the road to love is not always smooth. They have gone through many ups and downs, and they have also experienced many partings. But every time they parted, they cherished each other more; Every reunion makes them more firm in their beliefs. They know that no matter how many difficulties and dangers lie ahead, as long as there is love in their hearts, they can overcome everything.
Now, Yuan Rui stands here, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and her heart is full of emotion. She remembered the sentence: "The mountains and rivers are far and wide, the fireworks in the world, without you, all of them are you." She understands that this sentence is not only a praise for love, but also an insight into life. No matter where you are, no matter what you encounter, as long as you have love in your heart, you can feel the beauty and warmth of life.
She gently stroked the lines on the cheongsam, as if she could feel the smoke and rain and gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River. She knows that this cheongsam is not just a piece of clothing, but also her connection to the world. Every time she wears it, she feels connected and resonated with the world.
She looked up at the sky. The sky was blue and deep, as if it could contain all the joys and sorrows of the world. An inexplicable power surged in her heart, as if she wanted to break through the shackles that bound her and pursue her own freedom and dreams.
She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to inhale all the beauty of this world into her heart. She knows that there is still a long way to go, but as long as there is love in her heart, she can go further and more steadily.
She turned away, leaving a yellow shadow in her wake. The shadow gradually faded away in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, as if it had become an eternal landscape. She knows that no matter where she goes, no matter what she encounters, as long as she has love in her heart, she can find her own piece of sky.
The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the fireworks in the world are fireworks. In the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, Yuan Rui found her own tranquility and beauty.
She knows that as long as there is love in her heart, she can feel all the warmth and hope in this world.
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