Love is the most mysterious thing, when to meet what kind of people, it is almost doomed. Love is not found, it must be met. After thousands of twists and turns, it is probably not love, love must be, wait and wait, and then, he appeared, you believe, this is love.
Xue Xiao Zen
When I met, it was just a light glance, and the woman who was greedy for words was always emotional to the point of compassion; time had already left a touch of sorrow between my eyebrows, occasionally recalled in the years, just those smoke-like past events such as thank stamens, quietly disappeared and then slowly forgotten. Is fate doomed to be reunited after a long separation? Is the sudden encounter the fate of you and me? If so, I would like to cherish and love you for the rest of my life.
Pick up the pen and write down the lingering heart words for love again, not for more hypocrisy, just to meet this warm beauty. The world is so big, so prosperous, those so-called who is who has never been important to me, but in that period of time, there is a person who really let me understand what is love, how to love to cherish. When we walk along the road of the season, walking through one scenery after another, looking back, you are not only the warmth in my heart, but also the only indispensable in my life.
Aftertaste of the warmth of time, bit by bit all the time nourishing my heart, every day thinking about people far away, has become a simple and beautiful loneliness. Time goes farther and farther away, from the moment I met love, I learned to remember silently that counting the days that accompany each other is an immutable legend in life. Gently, want to get close to you, never leave, in this purple world of mortals as long as tolerate my little happiness, is the perfection I want.
All of a sudden, just think of, dotted with crystal beauty in the text, the most beautiful sadness is not who and who parting, but that moment looking at each other speechless, tears hazy, but the heart is full of each other. Love, really let us can not help, let my words to the past life and this life to whirling blurred, everything is a miracle.
If there is no such beauty, then how should I write down a few strokes in this life? is it when the world of mortals drowns all the beauty, still quiet to old after the vicissitudes of life? So if you have not met such a me in the insipid years, is the day still so stable that the wind can not afford, waves without shadow, walking in a small poem and white head? People's life is really too many unexpected, and I unexpectedly in the good years to meet just you, is fate is doomed, is our common practice of compassion.
We, meet love, since we choose to hold hands, do not easily let go, okay? Because falling in love is really not easy. Along the way, no longer a child, although sometimes innocent in front of you, but it only belongs to you, because you are the whole day in my world. Your tolerance and favor are the sunshine of the four seasons, and they are affectionate to each other that no one can afford to love and spoil. At this moment, with the help of a ray of warmth in time to touch the thoughts of missing, do not let sadness overflow, only for there was a deep thought in the distance to wish me peace all the time.
Always can not write about the love of flowers, a strong fragrance of love can also wander on the plain white paper, an encounter is also a unique beauty in the years, a you is the only one I have written and written, read and read. "at least you" rang in my ears. When I had the heart to listen to this old song again, I remembered the words of that chat. I said that even if I could lose the whole world, at least you were worth cherishing. Yes, and you, at least you can make me fall in love and make me miss.
Lonely words, wandering love, a period of leisure time in the afternoon, sweet words about love, a sip of tea, indifferent women inadvertently write hot words, staring at that direction in the distance, quiet silence and then gently pick up the dust on the page, a slight blow, thoughts will settle with the dust. Can not see the shadow of the wind will float to that end of the world, listen to the shallow singing of wind chimes under the eaves, jingle, clear crisp disturb the birds who take a nap in the tree, it quietly probe, afraid that accidentally will attract people's attention. It turns out that all things follow the image, as if there is a heart.
Close your eyes, serenely in peace and joy, if the heart is quiet, everything is quiet. About love, it is not the time of a cup of tea to write a perfect sentence, but I just want to use the rest of this life to write slowly, slowly, until the old day can no longer pick up the pen, can not see your appearance, will be reluctant to put down the deep feelings of the record. However, who can clearly know that some people live not only in the eyes of their loved ones but also in the hearts of their loved ones. So, how many years later, please do not worry that I will not remember, because our hearts depend on each other all the time, life is also cherished, there is nothing but reluctance to give up.
Words: no makeup and silence
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