Emotion is a very hazy and delicate thing. Because of the hazy, it makes people fascinated, and because of the subtlety, it makes people excited. So, everyone is likely to meet many people they like. Red dust three thousand, where does love return? Whose tenderness adorns your dreams? Whose eyes brightened whose sky? Life is a process, and sadly it cannot be repeated, and the good news is that it has come again.
Standing as a wind sign of acacia, everyone has a city in their hearts, in which a surviving person is buried. On the edge of the city called "Soul", a curtain of dreams is quietly constructed, although it is quiet and poignant. But when we naturally think of that beauty, that memory, a love like this, it gives life a little bit of poetry. This reminds me of Bai Luomei's saying: People will encounter countless encounters in their lives, some people, you have seen and forgotten the scenery, some people, take root in your heart, those unexplained feelings, are unexplained fate. The depth of the edge is shallow, and after we have already known it, no matter how you and I practice, we cannot change the appearance of the beginning.
Stuck in the life of sorrow and joy for so many years, along the way, although I can't remember how many people's lives have been concluded. I can't remember, in this seemingly flying red dust, how many broken flowers fell silently in front of my eyes, becoming an instant passing by. I want to say something but I don't know how to express it, I want to leave something behind, but I can always feel a kind of suffocating sadness throbbing in my heart. In this helpless life, how long can the stories of the years written together stay? Just like no one can grasp their own life, how long they can stay on earth.
I used to naively think that I could live for love. Therefore, words shape a good heart. Fill your eyes with the colors of spring, and step out of my heart a quiet grassy meadow. I used to naively think that as long as I meditate on a person in the midnight passage, I will emit the fragrance of a smart and pure heart. In an elegant poem, you can hold a hot understanding. However, when I gently pick up the love hidden in a poem with wet eyes. When you really walk into my heart, you will feel it. A person's night is the night of tapping on the door of one's soul with the palm of a word. Countless times to pull two distant hearts together inexplicably, countless times to turn words into a loving mood.
So at this time, I heard the truest voice of love in my heart. At this time, when the drizzle of thoughts once again drenched my body and mind. I know that there is a kind of love that is very close to our words, like a bowed head that can smell the beautiful taste of your heart, and feel warm. Forget who said that to love someone is to penetrate into another pure soul.
Perhaps only at this time will we find that Momo Red Dust, there is always a person who is a knot in your heart that you can't unravel; there is always a person who is a blue moon that you can't see enough; there is always a person who is a love dream that you can't finish; there is always a person who is an infatuated tear that you can't shed; there is always a person who is a hazy poem that you can't read enough, and there is always a person who is a euphemism that you can't finish writing.