The ancients said that there are four great pleasures in life, but my heart is still heavy when I meet you. You are endless troubles, but you are connected with me. I don't know how to face you, so I have to be silent, but silence seems to melt into you, perhaps an incomprehensible calm. There is a feeling that can't be expressed in words, and I know you know it. We shouldn't have met, but it was inevitable. I still feel deeply gratified for you. More people know about you. Of course, this is not what most people understand. Plum blossoms bloom in winter, in valleys, on cliffs and on broken bridges, and so do you. I smiled at you, and you were there quietly, as if you agreed. I didn't say anything, and neither did you. When I left, I quietly left without saying a word. When you came, there was no extra greeting, and you came quietly. I know you can't tell me, just like a epiphyllum, no one will know when you will come, when you will go and when you will bloom. You will come naturally, and you will go naturally. By my side, you never left. Because in my heart.
It's natural for you to meet unexpectedly. You have changed, but in my opinion, you are always in that quiet, even if you are noticed by thousands of people, you are still in that quiet. I know that the plum blossoms in the valley and the weeds on the roadside are not in pursuit of honor.
I went back to look for you, but I couldn't find you. The lights are dim, the moonlight is flowing, and you can't catch it. I see your smile in the colorful sunshine, smell your fragrance in the breeze and feel your presence in the drizzle. You will exist forever, but I don't know how long I can stay with you. Sometimes I want to forget you until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, but I know it's impossible and you won't be forgotten.
Breeze, green trees, sunset glow, sunset glow, morning glow, white dew, first frost, winter snow, summer rain, autumn moon, you are everything, everything is you, and it has never been indispensable in my life. When I leave, Sanskrit sounds around me. When we meet again, I will wait quietly. The north wind is rustling, the snow is fluttering, the water in the West Lake is still calm, and the snow lotus on the iceberg is still in full bloom. Willow trees are shaded, green water and blue waves; Towering mountains, vast Yuan Ye; Vast sky, long years.
Leaning on tall buildings alone, intoxicated with the west wind. A glimpse of ten thousand years, but I can't see through the distance between you and me last year. Peach blossoms are still the same, and the seasons are reincarnation. I will always be calm and wait for the time in my memory.