I have always believed that some people, even strangers, can put each other in their hearts at the first moment without too many words. Even through the cold screen; Even if it's only verbal. Also because, a word softly calls; Spiritual connection; A glance of affectionate review can lead to the love of past lives. Those throbbing and warmth for no reason can melt any thin and sad heart.
I have written several articles about the friendship between you and us, but it feels so empty to read at this time. I know my writing ability is insufficient, and I can't bear the affection of this friendship.
Then I saw the words you gave me again. I know, I should start writing for you again
As I once said, water is silent and love is speechless. At this moment, I think those profound friendships and every spiritual connection should be described in words. Let us share the same beloved words to witness and accompany us hand in hand through every day; Through the four seasons; Go deep into the world of mortals ...
Once upon a time, I walked in the city of words, with sadness as my companion and loneliness as my guardian. In the word world, I don't want to stop for anyone; I don't want to feel sorry for anyone; I don't want to communicate with anyone, but I want to be quiet and well alone. ...
She is not a clever woman, but a woman who is good at understanding others' hearts. She doesn't want to walk into their words any more than she wants to walk into their hearts. Because the weight of words is beyond my sentimental heart.
Often through the gap of time, through to the moment we met. I can still clearly hear that at the moment of your glance, there is a gentle water dripping in my heart, which makes my heart ripple slightly.
Reading your words quietly, I finally said the first sentence silently: "A piece of flying snow, beautiful and boundless." Only for the touch of those words, only for the soft shock of the pure soul.
You said: It has become a habit to come to see you whether you are online or not. Ann.
I said, I know everything, even if I'm not online. Ann.
Yes, it's just a greeting, as gentle as the wind and as soft as water. Let my cold and sleepy heart slowly recover and feel the gentle warmth, which is only the temperature of friendship. Those friendships don't need heavy colors, just a faint mark, hidden in the softest place in your heart and mine, that is, being with life.
With the passage of time, those feelings are getting thicker and thicker. In the deep heart, once touched gently, it will arouse a different fragrance.
Recently, because of some written dialogues, the frequency of empathy has increased again and again. It seems that you and I have the same thoughts and feelings at the same time.
You said, drink juice.
I said, orange juice
In fact, at that moment, like a foggy room, your appearance floated across the mountain and the water. In the misty clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, you still smile and are as gentle as a flower. Just sitting in a quiet posture, with soft eyes and elegant manners.
You ask, how do you know?
I said, because living in your heart.
You said, yes, you are in my heart, not lost.
Once upon a time, I felt I had lost myself. Some people say that you have not lost, you are in my heart. And you, deeply remembering this, are always when I am about to lose myself. Ruman tunnel: "You are in my heart, and you are not lost." Wandering on the edge of the world of mortals, I can follow your words and return to myself and your heart.
You said, "You get half the juice; Sweetness gives you half; You divide it in half. "
I am silent. In fact, I want to say, "It doesn't matter whether it is divided or not, because yours is mine."
I had a dream that night. I saw you coming out of the misty haze, full of fragrance and charm. I stood near you in the moonlight and gently called your name.
You smiled slightly, but slowly disappeared again. ...
In my dream, my heart was hurt by your leaving figure.
When I woke up, the rain outside the window fell all over the floor. Listening to the sound of rain, I pondered the generation of this dream over and over again.
Because, I once laid out an unprecedented encounter in the article.
I said, if I meet you one day, I hope you and I will stand in the winter dusk in Bo Xue in the snow. At that moment, I don't need too many words. I just let out a gentle cry: "Snow." You just looked at me and smiled silently. Snowflakes flying all over the sky witnessed the meeting of pure white and treasured it in the world of mortals for a lifetime.
I said, if I meet you one day, I hope it's a night in Na Yue, under a tree with white flowers. At that moment, you don't need too many words. You just whispered, "Poor thing." I just looked at you quietly and smiled. Flowers flying all over the tree witnessed the pure white meeting and treasured it for a lifetime in reincarnation.
Because I am looking forward to meeting, I will create a meeting scene in a virtual dream.
I am a woman who lacks a sense of belonging and security. I always thought that the clouds were light and the wind was clear, which was the most unforgettable. If you don't like intimacy with others, friendship as light as water won't make your heart suffer from parting.
I know, I'm afraid that I will lose my sense of distance after I know you, and one day, I will go further and further. ...
I said, "if I don't visit you often in the future, it's because I know you've been there, safely." You don't come to see me, you also want to know that I have been here, um ... "
You said, that January, that day, with this paragraph surprisingly the same words, to a person who is about to travel.
Obviously, our friendship will not be disturbed by any secular reasons, whether it is seen or not, whether it is far or near.
I keep all this in mind and write it on the shore of fleeting time, which becomes a frame of notes with gardenia fragrance.
I melted all this warmth into the wheel garage of the years and composed it into a poetic and fragrant song.
Another sentence is a stack of tenderness, engraved on the front page of the title and put in the note: I have been living in your heart, just like you have been living in my heart, just like …