—— Gu Yuefu
Every time I think back to my first meeting with you, I always think of Zhang Ailing's love: "I met the person you wanted to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the desert with endless time, I didn't step earlier or later, just in time ... "... If you hadn't been drunk, take your friend and wait for me for a while, it is estimated that we wouldn't have met for the first time.
I've known you for years, and I can't remember the date. Although you have told me n times, you know that I am a forgetful person with no concept of time. I have always felt that forgetting is a good thing, which is also a unique instinct. It is easy for me to forget the unhappiness between us, to erase the pain between us, and to forget every unpleasantness yesterday.
I heard from you the other day that in your hometown, only the two of us are still together. I was very emotional after listening to it. After many times of reconciliation, we finally grew up and became strong, and it will never be like before. We all learned to tolerate each other and ourselves.
Once you said you would take care of me like a big brother, and you did. Actually, no one bullied me except you, hehe. We are very happy together. I really miss your cooking and the note you left me. I have an appointment now. Remember our fish and dog? Remember "Youmei" that you wrote on my folded ceramic vase of roses? I'll recite it for you, and you write it in your beautiful words.
"I fell in love with him at first sight" has been told to people around me, envious and curious. I often wonder if we are wrong and how people with such different personalities can be together, but every time I tell myself happily: you are not a bad person, but a good person.
I never understood what you did for me, didn't know you, and didn't want to know. I really feel very happy after several deep chats recently. I have always admired the love of my sisters around me, but I have never noticed that I have always been happy. It turns out that I have been immersed in happiness for a long time, and my whole body smells of happiness. I'm used to it.
I still remember the long way home, and I still remember the scene when you sent me back to school every night. To tell the truth, sitting in front of a bike is romantic, but it's really uncomfortable. Hehe, in your words, it is "painful and happy".
I have known you for more than four years. Every time I meet you, it is a beautiful accident: four years ago, if you hadn't come to see me with your friends and waited for me for a second, we might have really missed this life and missed each other. Thank you, my love, for the past, for the joy and sadness in our lives. I suddenly feel that I have known you for a long time, too long, and I can't finish my calculations in my life. ...
I hope you like the birthday present for you. This is our story. Every word is written because of you, and every sleepless day is also because of you. I promised you to write more and publish more articles, and I did it. I have 30 articles. I named this collection of essays "Listening to the Wind". I hope the unpleasantness between us can drift away like the wind. I didn't arrange the time in a hurry I wanted to make color pages and add our photos, but I gave up in order to let you see them quickly. I think the name of the next album is April 26th, which is the date when our birthdays are added together. If one day we finally share weal and woe and become lifelong partners, I will give you this collection as a wedding gift! May our love become more and more beautiful after the storm!
If you and I had never met, I wouldn't be so lonely. We are intertwined, but we can't be together. We are in pain and happy.
If you and I had never met, she wouldn't be so lonely for her. I seem to have taken everything from her. I feel as if I'm sorry for her.
Yesterday, her space was released, so I went to have a look. She wrote a short message that almost made me cry. She wrote a paragraph to commemorate the beauty of your acquaintance with her.
Every time I see her words, I feel tears in my eyes. Sometimes, tears really fall.
I read an article a long time ago. She likes you so much that you don't know it, or you don't think so.
Maybe it's a similar experience. You said she was like a relative. You can't like her or love her. You never liked or loved her.
Just friends. That's all.
However, I read her words, and she obviously likes you or loves you. I seem to have told you many times before. And you don't know it.
She said: I followed you, but you drove your colorful clouds away. You are cruel. She called your name.
In fact, liking someone is your own business, not someone else's, isn't it?
You begged her forgiveness for such a reason. You don't like her, but you still describe what those people did. What are you doing to make her forgive you?
You apologize like this. After I know, do you know how I cry? I love you very much.
You are arrogant to the bone, and your profound apology makes me feel distressed and jealous.
How could you do that? This is even more cruel. You've been pretending not to know. Isn't that great? Give her a sense of self-esteem.
You said that you only value two women in your life, and only belong to your two women in this life. You didn't say anything else, just a friend.
I know you don't have many friends. However, they are all from the heart. I think this is the same as your personality charm.
What friend is unwilling to do anything for you? Just like me.
I follow you, asking nothing from you, and I am willing to do everything for you. This is the whole meaning of my life, my happiness, my happiness, and the loneliness of not seeing you.
You can't live without me, and if I can't live without you, we will be so entangled and bittersweet.
As you said, there is no way to separate the attraction of two hearts. Let's do things without considering whether others are good or not. Our beauty is our own business. Do I have to wait for permission from others?
Yes, but I seem to have done something wrong. I feel guilty sometimes.
Go and see her sometime. Go and see her. Don't talk. Just looking.
As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested. If you say it intentionally or unintentionally, it will hurt people. Guess what?
I hope we are all beautiful. Everyone is very happy.
In fact, she has hurt me several times, especially that message. What she said really hurt me. You know that.
However, I don't care. I don't care about anything about you. I don't want to embarrass you. I hope you are happy. I miss the way you sleep and the smile in your dream.
Sometimes, I am reminded of myself by her. I am so naive. For this, you called me a pig many times.
Sometimes, I also think foolishly, if you and I had never met, would you be as beautiful as me and her?
I naively thought many times, many times. Brother, would you like to?
I like this article very much. I hope you can see the most beautiful meeting type in your heart: on the water side. Author: Yan 2008- 1 1-30 published in Tea Science. I don't know when I began to like the taste of wine tasting and the feeling of being slightly drunk.
I like to feel the poet's feelings in a little drunkenness, look for your shadow in excitement, and feel that you are so close to me in dreams and when you wake up. On the road of life, everyone comes and goes in a hurry, but I am lucky to meet you. In the vast sea of people, I am the only one lucky enough to meet you. Thank you for the gift of fate, thank you for coming calmly, and add luster to my plain life. Thanks to our happy-go-lucky attitude, we can accept the arrangement from fate calmly and indifferently, and happiness comes from the best encounter in our hearts.
With the passage of time, the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the vicissitudes of life, the experience of life, and the continuous understanding of life, more and more strong wishes linger in my heart. How I want to raise my arms and shout loudly, how I want to declare to the world how much I love you.
With the passage of time, I am more and more envious of the birds singing freely in the blue sky, the carefree spring breeze shuttling between willow leaves, the gorgeous summer flowers, the sadness of autumn leaves, and the purity and romance of winter snow. I often yearn for a stream flowing happily in the sun, and I yearn for a cloud floating freely in the sky and carefree in the wind. Even if the wind blows, gathers, or leaves or stays unintentionally, everything will drift with the tide and be taken lightly.
But, you know what? My watery days are no longer dull because of your appearance, and the calm heart lake is full of passion because of your intrusion. I thank you for this. I am also confused and confused. I don't know how long this heartfelt love can last, and I don't know whether this mutual moving heart throb should continue. How I want to put aside all worldly fetters and wander around without attachment. Like a wandering monk, a wise man who despises fame and fortune among ordinary people. I hope that while putting down the burden, I can help ordinary people who are wallowing in the world of mortals to get out of their spiritual confusion and endless persistence.
I sat in front of the screen and stared out of the window in a daze. Although I have passed the age of dreaming, I will still sit by the window and weave rosy dreams, still as sentimental as a pure girl.
Today, I imprisoned myself in a small world, just to taste the loneliness. I just want to talk to my soul quietly, just want to miss my heart quietly, miss you, shed tears, and get drunk unabashedly. I use my pale words to record my mood at the moment and my meeting with you.
Outside the window, the snow covered the earth and covered me, a lonely woman. My longing for you is like snowflakes coming to me. Dear, I hope you can come to me at this moment. How I want to hold your hand and walk in the snow with you. Tell each other about our concerns and lovesickness, carve our footprints on the vast snowfield, and let the foggy world photograph the moment when we hold hands forever. May I? I also appreciate this style. I hope you like reading.