Time is clear and shallow

Life in the world, vegetation for an autumn. In a flash, in the twinkling of an eye. You and I are as light as clouds and clouds, like dust. But it is countless little you and me who light up the lights of every house and illuminate the whole world. This human life and death, honor and disgrace, rise and fall, have never been able to control, but we finally live up to time, live up to ourselves, guarding the vegetation, guarding the clouds and water, the interpretation of generations of legends.

We carry love all the way, step on all things, sing a last song, and fall to the dust! Perhaps, you and I were a blade of grass, a flower, a grain of dust hundreds of years ago, after several lives of reincarnation into this life's relatives, friends, lovers perhaps, we are just to fulfill the previous life of a covenant. Perhaps, a hundred years later, you and I will become creatures of the world, waiting between heaven and earth, looking at each other and caring for each other without saying a word. However, you and I are in touch with each other, willing to be green leaves, guarding the time of a flower in this world!

In this world, there is a kind of encounter called fate. If predestined, you and I will meet the moon, run towards the light, meet at some fork in life, and then leave quietly. Like a pear blossom as white as snow, gently blown down by the wind, as if never stained with any color by time, always elegant and clean.

Some people, in your life, walk away, walk away, turn around is a moment, parting is already the end of the world. Some people, like beating horses in your world, walk like a spring breeze on their faces, without leaving a trace. Some people, but walk like a stormy sea, let you heart-breaking, like a thorn in your heart, no matter how to dial out, leaving only a faint scar, perhaps, is missing; perhaps, is a resentment; maybe, just remember

No matter what, I am still grateful, maybe you and I are just in the misty and rainy alley of life, a flower encounter next to the pavilion, a love of running water. Thank you, once came to my world, no surprise, no disturbance!

If you are predestined, there will always be a person who will come to you even if he travels across mountains and rivers and goes through thousands of hardships; if predestined, there will always be a person who will stand on the covered bridge of time, neither early nor late, just to meet you in the most beautiful season and draw a perfect circle with you in the bronze mirror of time.

Fortunately, I met you in the most beautiful time of my life. Zhang ailing said that because of love, so compassion. Because he knows, he is tolerant. There is always a person, even if the whole world does not love you, will lower his eyebrows, weep for you, leave a warm lamp for you, guard you silently, in the shallow time, accompany you to watch the grass grow and warbler fly, accompany you to count the scattered stars!

Because of fate, you and I live together, see and know the same thing, rely on each other and keep warm with each other. A rich understanding of life and death, say with your son; hold your hand, and your old with your son. Love, the longest love confession, is not thousands of words I love you, nor the vows of love before the spring and autumn moon, Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling). But willing to spend their whole life to accompany you, to accommodate you! Even in the boring days, it will be watered with love, care attentively, and plant a glamorous flower for you, which is extremely rotten. Reading and appreciation of American articles

For the long years the living of the dead knows nought, Though to my mind not brought, Could the dead be forgot. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, with dusty faces and frosty temples. If in this life, you and I meet a person who is willing to accompany for himself all his life, then, please hold on to the happiness in your hands now, cherish each other, don't wait for loss, then say desolate.

Unfortunately, not all the fate in the world is just right, you and I meet in the right season. Just like Xu Zhimo met Lin Zhengyin and wrote down that I left gently, just as I came gently. I gently waved my hand to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky and said goodbye to Cambridge's endless yearning, but because it was a love triangle, I had to let go. And Zhang ailing met the literati traitor Hu Lancheng and wrote in the letter: I have become very low in front of you, as low as the dust. But I like it in my heart, and flowers come out of the dust.

How humble, often when a person meets a love, no matter how arrogant, indifferent. Will also become very low, become gentle and affectionate. Although two years later, after all, the two are still flying wild geese, going their separate ways. Like the bright fireworks in the sky, it is only cool after blooming. Maybe they met each other just to tell us a story, write down a passage and play a tune in the coming world. In the world, not all fate and feelings can be repaired and stay together for a lifetime. But they are like a pebble cast on your heart lake, swinging layers of glimmer, even if short, still sparkling, sparkling!

Yeah! The fate of life is so wonderful, like a floating cloud and the meeting of birds, unexpected. The time between the eyebrows is like the spring of the mountain stream, gentle and soft. And you and I, like flying maple leaves, meet each other, slowly falling, silent and beautiful, until the soil. If predestined, this life you and I are destined to meet at the ferry of time, if separated, please tell each other in the dream I built, take care of each other!