Thank you for meeting and accompanying prose poems.

Fortunately, we are not far apart. Being in the south of the Yangtze River, you can face each other across the river.

A few inches of silver screen can cherish each other between the lines. I can meet you hand in hand in a few hours' drive.

I used to fantasize about meeting you in the rainy south of the Yangtze River and in the wet and quiet alley.

I know that a beautiful encounter, a sincere eye contact, needs a lifetime of waiting.

In Jiang Nanyu, it is still a soft pentatonic, dripping and blooming, enjoying the vastness of the years in harmony with the ancient rhyme.

I once dreamed of meeting you in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and in the silent voice.

I saw the lake slightly glowing with the breeze, flashing your clean face.

Holding hands, I am smiling, and you are very gentle.

Come, just for * * * a graceful, soft as water. I just came here to say: nice to meet you.

I once imagined that I would meet you in the beautiful spring, in the evening when the sun is getting softer and softer, and in the fragrant locust tree forest.

When I met you, everything seemed familiar. When I met you, I was surrounded by simple and clean flowers. Meeting you, a mountain trip, a water trip, a song trip, a love trip, our eyes are full of each other's smiles and voices.

I used to imagine meeting you in a hot summer with various customs. Look at the distant mountains with you, indigo, water waves, a little cruise, and the lotus flowers connecting the sky are connected with your footsteps.

Lin Sheng once said, "Warm wind makes tourists intoxicated", and you are my relaxation and happiness.

I once imagined meeting you on the bridge in Chu Qing after the rain in the autumn when the maple leaves are flying.

I can see you at a glance, wearing white floral clothes, and my eyes are full of joy at first sight.

I walked softly and quietly came to your side. That gentle call comes from the heart, and the most tender feelings are infinite.

I see, at the end of the phoenix tree, you are humming a song that has nothing to do with romance, carefree.

I once imagined meeting you in a snowy winter and a world of pure silver.

The whiteness of that city fetters the purity of life.

Pick up a snowflake and see how beautiful the spirit gives the season in the thick velvet.

Walking hand in hand with you in the ice and snow, I hope that Xiaoxue can bury the sadness that has fallen to the ground and embed the shallow thoughts into the snow print of memory.

I will accompany you to see how snow melts into water, seeps into dust and mud, and wait until the spring is warm and Yan returns, planting deep love and blooming years.

This kind of waiting is like waiting for a thousand years in the reincarnation of the world, long and persistent.

I used to fantasize that if one day we met in Shan Ye, where the flowers' smiling faces set off your face, all I could see was your color, as soft as flowers.

I once imagined that if one day we met in the lush shade of buttonwood, and the leaves floated overhead like clouds, what I can remember must be your eyebrow bend, as delicate as clouds.

I once imagined that if one day we met, in the season of snowflakes, snowflakes danced ballet on your skirt, what I could feel must be your temperature, as gorgeous as ballet.

It was not until I met you that I knew that truth and the eternal pursuit of beauty flowed in those poems we liked. That beauty is dancing gently in each other's hearts.

I didn't know until I met you that life is limited and travel is limited. It is a poetic way to interpret another kind of beauty in this world through other people's eyes. Words are smart, because they are the delicate hearts of smart people. With a good heart, it will imply fragrance and make people move.

When I met you, I finally knew that this fate began with the fit of the soul. Even if you choose your words carefully, you can't describe them with hearty and incisive words. People who know, people who know and people who don't understand naturally miss this beautiful feeling. All this is unintentional and never far-fetched. This love needs no confession, because you know it and I know it.

When I met you, I deeply knew that this meeting was a fate given by God. As you said, one day, if you meet, you can call each other's names, and then reach out and hold the affection in this life.

Unfortunately, thank you for this meeting.