There will be many encounters in our lives. Some people will be forgotten after seeing and passing by. Just like sitting in a speeding car watching the scenery along the way, it can only prove that you once existed in my sight. And some encounters, once met, take root and sprout in your heart.
In this misty rain, it will be the most beautiful encounter in this life to meet a person who is inseparable from his white head and depends on life and death.
Forget when we began to know each other, only remember clearly that the real encounter began with the passage on the note. Seeing your words is like seeing the spiritual palace of your heart, so pure, and the unique deep taste that penetrates through the words, every word hits my heart. From that moment on, my heart softened, and I knew that this was the best placement of my soul and the best entrustment of my life.
Fell in love with your words, like the person behind the words. There was a time when I was still imitating your handwriting in order to make the handwriting spoken by two hearts overlap and blend together.
When you went to the northwest for a period of time, writing became the only way for us to communicate. Every time you send a letter, I will read it for many days, and every word that penetrates the heart will be moved and wet every cell in the body. It is the words that embellish our love, and it is the love that endows the soul of the words that makes him look flesh and blood.
In the following days, our love is connected with words. Every time I received a letter from you, it took me 15 days to wade halfway through the mountain to float in my hand. When I was reading this letter, it was already on my way. It is conceivable that the mood at that time was what kind of collision. Always looking forward to waiting for the letterhead, vaguely in love with your words, or fall in love with the heart behind the words. Anyway, it was the words that led us to meet.
Reading your words seems to be reading your heart, when my soul collides with your words and moistens my eyes, love really comes. My heart trembles, as if hearing your heartbeat, my heart has found a gentle concern.
We often date in words and always make an appointment for the next meeting the last time we received a letter. Since then, words have become my beautiful clothes and my bosom lover. It is the words that ignite our beautiful love. We shuttled back and forth in the heart of words for several years.
Now I am the wife and mother of people. We use qq, SMS and voice. No matter what upgrade software can not replace the romantic, pure and lingering mood of Hongyan.
Really want to go back to the past, God arranged for us to meet again, let us enjoy the joy of youth. There are some things I don't know how to cherish in it, and I don't lead the way to his beauty until I lose it. Just like our youth, it is only after we have gone that we record our youth in the form of words.
In order for us to have an old love, I learned to moisturize my heart with words, moisturize my face with fragrance, and irrigate love with the smell of supplies. The blending of the soul and the perception are rubbed together.
Once we used to embellish the beauty of love with words, but now I write warm words with beautiful love. Integrate the reverie of the heart with the touch of the pen, bloom heartily in the garden of Eden of the heart, moisten the soft flowers, is the incense of our love.
Use the textures of words to fit the context of love. Words are the extension of memory and love, and their life is longer than human life. If there is an afterlife, remember to bring your handwriting, come to the Sansheng stone to find me, let the Buddha give us to meet again, we still meet in the words, life after life.
Author: Qiu Yu
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