You said it was snowing in your world, so I crossed the four seasons, greeted the wind, decorated your pavilion with flowers, and imagined that you were in a hurry, and the snow came back at night, holding a candle and talking to me around a fire. Such a day is fragrant and warm, but only if it is in my poem. In the white time, we are not brave. We always live the life we want, but we keep giving up. Just like the first sight, suddenly blooming, how many times can we meet to keep that quiet white?
There is always a person in this world who softens your years and amazes your time. Maybe he just walked with you for a while, or maybe he just gave you warmth. Some flowers, we are so eager for them to bloom, but eventually wither prematurely. Just like that sentence, it is better to love well than to love deeply and early.
For a long time, how many people are worth missing in the flowers; Stay together in fireworks; Know each other in years? Some people are only suitable for heart, while others are suitable for company.
Bai Luomei said that in this bizarre world, no one can live like a flowing water, always in the impermanence of things, and words fail to convey meaning. If there is such a person in this life, you will always cook a furnace for him, and he will take your tea everywhere, even if it rains and winds, it will be deep, and no matter how vicissitudes, it will not be Tathagata.
Needless to say, deep love is just warm companionship. Love has no sound, but you will eventually hear that life can only be sand polished by years, and love can only be life polished by time. The most beautiful love is holding hands and walking into the depths of time.
I firmly believe that people who are destined to meet will always meet, just like flowers in spring and Xue Mei in winter. For example, at the next intersection, when I meet you, I gently say that there you are, and that deja vu makes the full moon a poem and the lack of the moon a painting. Some predestinations take a long time to witness. The thin feelings in autumn will be moistened by winter snow.
The most beautiful thing in time is to meet a blooming flower and a just right person. If life is a road, because when you meet it, all the mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars are your favorite looks. Along the way, mountains and rivers walk one by one in order to stop one day and wait for a person with a similar soul to meet each other warmly.
In quiet years, there will always be flowers blooming and falling. No matter how I spend my life, there will always be regrets. I am not afraid of ordinary days, but I am afraid of losing my warmth. I will hold hands with you for many years, through the sun and moon, through the wind and frost. Even if time is wasted, I would like to be the one who comes home after spending time. In the eyes of time, I am full of years I have dedicated to you.
I often think that a person who embroiders time with heart must have hidden warmth in his heart, perhaps the eyebrows of a person, perhaps the sun and moon related to him. In the long years, I embroidered the first sight of four eyes with a long emotional line, and embroidered two similar people who know each other and cherish each other. Every stitch and thread is family, and falling together is life.
In the silent time, pick a lantern flower, and the warmth of waiting will overflow in the moonlight. Days are like poetry. You are the most beautiful rhyme in the poem. Time will eventually grow old, always in your brow and always in your daily life. Look at the face of your life, embroider the time of your life, and look at the scenery of your life. At the inscription, you are like snow, but you are as affectionate as ever. I am silent and smile as a gift.
There is a winter attachment hidden in the years. If you read with your heart, read a landscape, a snowflake and a red plum, and read it into an elegant poem. Time has its own fun, so I wait, when the snow falls and the plum blossom opens, you will come. Come and sit with me, listen to the snow falling and have a cup of tea. How much warmth will there be in my heart? This time will get old, and time will eventually become pure white. The story we walked together will be as natural and appropriate as the vegetable soup you cooked for me, and will be remembered in the yellowing time.
Everyone who walks in this world must have a love in his heart in order to live affectionately in this fickle world. What I hide is not a pledge of eternal love, nor an affair, but the warmth close to fireworks. I always feel that romance is just a deliberately created feeling, and daily necessities are the most natural life. I put a love in my heart, and when I get old, it will still be in my heart. Even if I have salt, rice, oil and salt, I still have green tea. Things have changed.
As time goes by, if you look at leaves, flowers and water, you will like simplicity. When you get old, you will have warmth. When winter comes, I feel that there is no need to rush about on the road of life, just pretend to be a dawn, a dusk and a you. On a snowy day, I walk side by side with you in the snow. Or, the warm sunshine is reflected on the window, and I whisper your name, and your joy will make my eyebrows rise.
So I am looking forward to that winter night. Outside the window, plum blossoms are falling and the fragrance of tea lingers in the room. I'll sit with you and chat for a while. Therefore, I cherish the time as always, cherish the gentleman as always, let the time grow old and let the feelings grow old.