Author: Zhang Xueyong
The flowers open the window in the morning and dusk, a line of poems about the moon, turn a page of time, meet 520 by chance, step on a pool of flowers, and end at the end of the day.
Maybe fate is a heart at any time, and there is no sound when it comes and there is no shadow when it goes. At this point in time, how many people admire and return with their hands, and how many people look forward to being happy with each other.
Life is short, but years are long. Who picks up fireworks for you? Who makes soup for you in the morning and dusk? When you meet someone, you love deeply, and when you encounter vicissitudes, you know how to let go.
520, who knows cold and warm all his life? Who pulls the red line into the line of poetry? Across time and space, affectionately embrace. Choose one person, promise his life, choose a city, and end his life with a white head.
May the promise of Hongchen take away the romance of the world, and may the heart of the first sight be moved, and the two will be happy. For the rest of my life, what I can't go out of is worry, and what I can't say is liking, at the intersection of sights, far and near.
There is always a wisp of wind that touches the fragrance of flowers, and there is always a person who yearns for it. Affection is a painting, waiting for you to put your eyebrows and eyes, affection is an inch of time, waiting for you to touch the beauty of youth.
Maybe most of the love in this world comes from the peach blossoms in March. The peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other red, and they meet in May to keep a lifetime. The old page of time, love a page of poetry, shine on a spring and pine moon, and a beautiful life.
If you wait for a beautiful time, it is a wind and snow, then chasing your dream with the person you like is the happiness of life. Morning and dusk depend on each other, and end at the end of life. Between the lines of the years, there is your lingering and my joy.
Maybe one day, they will also part ways. Maybe one day, maybe it will be full of desolation. I will keep my promise for five hundred years and perceive your presence.
Today's meeting is the favor of the years, and there are endless love words that hurt you to the bone. 520, may someone accompany you to stand at dusk, and someone will ask you for porridge and warmth.
Relying on each other in the light summer, rejoicing in the morning and dusk, I am willing to choose one person to stay with each other, and choose a city to grow old. Put each other's hearts properly, all the love, carefully collect.