The poem "Meeting"

encounter

encounter

Obviously, it is a kind of fate.

Never need a special appointment.

Contain profound Zen.

Destined to be kept in the dark

And accidentally released.

It's like a long winter.

You can't find spring everywhere.

however

On an unknown morning

You are lounging in bed.

Tired hearts have nowhere to put.

Suddenly a ray of morning light came through the window.

Soft and warm

Fresh breath.

You look out of the window happily.

It seems that overnight

All the dead branches sprouted and turned green.

suddenly

Spring has filled your heart.

You are surprised to find that

You came across the long-sought spring without warning.

Something. That can only be discovered by accident.

When you meet, just follow your heart.

Casual, like a genius.

No expectation, no need to look for it.

No script, everything, coincidence

But this is natural and logical.

How's this?

O(∩_∩)O~