There are only two kinds of love in the world, which can be called romantic aestheticism. One is the boredom of taking care of each other until the end of life; One is to forget the homesickness of rivers and lakes and cry.
I would like to believe that there must be fate in this life, which is the result of previous life practice. Even if you look through autumn waters in this life, you will eventually stay at a certain intersection, just to repair the fate of the afterlife. But I don't know, when people are old, looking back, are those who climb mountains together, wait for the sunrise together, row boats together and watch bloom together still in love? But I understand that these are not important, just really love one. Just like that sentence: Jianghu is better than forgetting each other.
Perhaps, it's not that I haven't had feelings, it's not that I'm not tempted, it's just that there is no fate and no love. Looking back on the past and recalling each other's meteor-like love, we often blame each other's feelings on fate. In fact, the so-called fate is such a virtual and abstract suspense. Therefore, what really bothers us is usually the time difference that will last for a period of time and last for a lifetime. Make each other, always full of doubts and uneasiness, always awkward and want to sue. Even a small variable may completely change the inner feelings.
I think that if we appeared in each other's lives earlier, maybe we wouldn't cling to each other's fingers, or we met later in each other's lives until they met later, and they gradually learned tolerance, understanding, kindness and cherish in their respective growth experiences. In this way, if we come together again, will we turn our backs easily and turn around willfully, so that missing becomes a lifelong regret?
I remember once upon a time, in my most beautiful period, you met me; When I love you deeply, you ignore me; I encourage you when you are down and out; When you left me, I fulfilled you ... How much fate did God give us? How much time has fate given us? Let each other meet and part. I think I have finished my wandering and drifting. I just want to use my deepest love to comfort all your Cang Sang and clean up all your sorrows. How much love can you start over? How many people are willing to wait? When love changes, people should understand things.
If you can't be together when you love someone, but you can't tell your true love, if you seriously love the wrong person, what can you do except hide your true feelings in your heart and cry silently … I think it may be better to let sad tears flow into your heart.
I think it is a rare fate to meet the right person at the right time, neither earlier nor later. It is a rare fate to meet the right person among thousands of people! Unfortunately, most of the time, we just keep thinking about each other, the lingering sadness before and after the flowers, and the poetic feeling of the moon until our youth is gone. After sorrow and sigh again and again, we can deeply understand that we love each other deeply and forget the rivers and lakes.
The world is full of restrictions and taboos of one kind or another, and there is too much privacy and conservatism of one kind or another. At the same time, there are too many unpredictable, unpredictable and involuntary gatherings and separations. Sometimes, a turn is a lifetime. It will take many years to understand and understand the madness of youth. Perhaps, at that late age, I still can't resist a joke played by fate. Then, it can only prove that some people's love is a sweet burden for life.
God only arranged our fate in the dark. It's like providence or accident. If God is doomed not to let us be together, why did he give us a wrong meeting? If you are an angel sent by God to care about me and let me know the beauty of this world, why did God let you let me know the cruelty of this world …
I asked heaven with tears in my eyes, why has it been difficult for the sea to touch water? I have nothing to ask myself, why is there only endless lovesickness … Now, everything is a foregone conclusion, only to understand that meeting the right person at the right time is a happy life; It is sad to meet the wrong person at the right time; Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh; Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness. However, which category do we belong to? Maybe both, maybe none. Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore. The important thing is, love is not a thousand words, love is not a morning and evening, my love is a midnight dream, and I find that I have been worried about you all the time.
The most romantic thing I can think of is not to grow old with you, but that when I was in No Country for Old Men, you were still a tearful smile when I recalled. Because, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.