Legend of wooden fish
There is a fish on Mr. Chen's desk in our company. Whenever I pass, it always swims happily. In a mental state, it can talk to me.
If I were a fish:
Struggling, tumbling and jumping in the transparent fish tank until I was exhausted, I still miss the distant waters.
I saw a lot and learned a lot in that clear fish tank.
Destiny takes a hand, our lives depend on each other. I live in your complete blue waves, and you hold me up with your life. Our relationship is so close and inseparable, how can you give up on me!
Snuggle up in your colorful world, swim in this vast space-time, sip the nectar of life, and the talking fish will be grateful and brilliant for its luster.
It has been some time since beginning of autumn, and my heart is still trudging in summer.
Ask God: Who let you cross my field of vision, but ignored my noble feelings?
I promise: in the next life, let me meet you at the most beautiful moment, let you inevitably look at me, let me stand at the intersection you must pass, wait for you, look at you, let you have nowhere to escape, and you can't escape until your soul is photographed by me.
Eyes staggered, seasons staggered.
Walking in the distant time and space, walking. Meet suddenly in a corner.
You know, the legend of begging for fish from the edge of a tree? I don't want fish. How can a fish climb a tree and cry? You don't say!
But I am destined to be your wooden fish in my life. What an unforgettable process from fish to wooden fish! I didn't know until I realized that I was a wooden fish, knocked by your warm fingers, lifted up by the troubles of your life and knocked thoughtfully. Until your heart beats on the ground. Until your heavy heart is knocked into nothingness and emptiness and into endless silence.
Only you can let me condense my thoughts into songs, put them in the red box of memory, put them in the dark tunnel of time, wrap them in secret, and then set out lightly to continue my life below.
Looking for the glory of my life, drifting, drifting again. Ze, my dear lake, I still remember the moment when you moistened me.
You are so silent, wrapped in silence. What's the matter, Ze? There are many words, why not say them?
Listen to the voice of nature. I have long been far away from the artistic conception of cultivation, forgetting that the phoenix still needs nirvana.
I am surrounded by happiness, I am surrounded by happiness, just because I have you in my heart, Ze.
You are like a lamp, illuminating my sky. How long can you take pictures of me, Ze?
Ze, the scenery in the dream, the destination of the soul. Only you can make me feel what is true, what is calm and what is silence. In my quiet heart, in my wandering soul, in my pale mind, I swam in your quiet smile and wise persistence.
Ze, are you staring at my child with such eyes?
In the days of looking for you, I miss you again and again, touch you, touch your hair, touch your thoughts and touch your bones.
Where are you waiting for me, Ze?
Where are you from and where are you going?
Am I a passer-by?
What are you in my life? Who can tell me?
How do you know, Ze! There is a talking fish in the world, which has crossed an insurmountable river of time.
It's raining, Ze. What a heavy rain! If it falls in your heart, will it ripple?
When it rains, it reminds me of you and the wet rainy season in the south.
Jade bird's wings have been wet by the frost and snow on earth, and it can't take away a tender acacia. A heavy heart is like a secular river, flowing with bright and dark colors.
Who sent the brocade book? Swallow returns, where is my deep red heart?
There is snow in the north and songs in the south.
Southern songs can penetrate the snow in the north, but the snow in the north can never melt the southern songs?
Who is it, waiting between snow and song, looking at the hopeless solitary fruit?
Ze, mighty Ze, you live in my kind memory, simple and pure, distant and profound.
You are a forest, and I am just a tree. Ze, thank you! You gave me the forest, which is the root of your life! What can I expect? Only the heart is a lush forest.
Polish your voice into agate, string it with the golden thread of missing, and treasure it in your mind under the sharp light. Until the moment of ashes, until it turns into fog, rain, frost and snow.
Flowers bloom and fall, clouds come and go. Ze, how can you forget me?
I am a tearful fish, Ze! Don't you remember?
Knowing you is my greatest achievement.
I learned the meaning of happiness from you and how to become happy. ...