1 Meeting you is a kind of Zen. Meeting you is a kind of shallow Zen. I will wait for you in the deepest Zen in the world of mortals-Ming.
Outside the window, the gentle melody of drizzle, if occasionally listened to, is clear and peaceful, and falls in my courtyard, which also fattens the branches of that tea tree.
Come to think of it, the years have changed, and March is no longer the time for that skinny feeling. The song "Burying Flowers" in the old year left only a short rhyme, like a lamentation, which sank shallowly, sad but elegant.
Meeting you and waiting for an upcoming flowering period is a little joy for me, because it is a sad beauty to miss you occasionally!
Spring rain, dripping not only water droplets, but also the fragrance of Camellia in the old year; In the rain, look around, along the beautiful and vanilla path, looking for the return of a flower soul. Perhaps, the return date is far away, but the last day is far away, leaving people with more or less sentimental regrets. Yes, looking at the scattered sun and moon in the old year, the mood is always in exile, and the exile has become a kind of stubbornness. In the days after each flower falls, the voice of waiting for flowers to ring again.
If you can meditate and meditate all your life, then I am convinced that you have been waiting for an everlasting love.
Meeting you, waiting for the youth of Fanghua to become an old man in his twilight years. Morning bells and drums, small buildings and kiosks, beautiful scenery and customs, the fragrance of every word in the words written to you will become the eternal scenery in those years, let me remember.
Beautiful vanilla, orchid leaves with shallow windows, the fragrance of camellia, the sound of bluebirds, can you hear it with the gentle rain in March? My heart still likes the sound of flowers.
Meeting you, when the tea blooms, people have come.
Who is it, waiting quietly in the shallow ink text? Who is it, always a servant? Who is it that travels alone in a canoe?
That man is the heaviest drop of rain in the shallow years. In the sky of memory, the four seasons change and come and go. I wandered in the rainy season in March, and saw that the eternal sky had changed from dark gray to smoky blue, and the green shoots of life gradually grew in the wild garden, becoming a scene of Fan Jingshan's early spring scenery. A camellia tree, misty and rainy, through the warm and cold spring in March, I clearly saw those two lines of glittering and translucent tears falling quietly, which are the clear water on the silk handkerchief that they slipped through the years.
Many times, I think, you are like a camellia in a deep mountain, you are like a lotus flower in a secluded pond, hidden in an unexplored flowering period, and I, when I met you, have a respect for life-I look forward to seeing you in full bloom there.
In this way, I retired to a small village in Shan Ye and lived with a simple heart. No matter how long I stay in a small village, I love ordinary things, the hearty laughter of strangers, the boredom of street life and the laziness of cats and dogs in the sun. I occasionally eat tea to raise flowers, occasionally read books and listen to the rain, indulging in the sun, moon, stars, flowers and fields, dew. On cold days,
Meeting you is a simple Zen, because thinking of you is a sad beauty!
The rain in early spring always falls somewhere in my heart, or in a heart that rises inadvertently. The sky blue color is the hardest to stop when it is warm and cold. Just like seeing the drizzle falling, it always reminds people of Huang Meiyu, a plum tree in the old year, and you in the far north.
Perhaps, everyone will be extremely lonely, everyone will have moments of deep concern, and there is one person who can only meet him. That person may be on the horizon, maybe close at hand, and that unique family relationship is extremely regrettable. Even though, only time can really accompany him through life.
The world is infinite and can be integrated with all sentient beings. You and I are just two people, just like two camellias. Originally, they should be fragrant, dust-free and intimate, but the world is as small as a wall. In the corner of the wall shadow, you are like a camellia, to be met by me. Since then, it has been implicated and related to you.
What kind of woman are you? In the coming flowering period, it will bloom like a gorgeous camellia in the corner of the paper I wrote to you. In March, I will prosper my old tea garden without any obstacles. When the first camellia is in full bloom, I will warm you with a pot of green tea from Fan Jing and travel around the tea tree camellia tea at an altitude of 1000 meters in Wulingyuan.
I miss you, in the spring tea harvest season, so affectionate; I miss you, so sad on the day when camellia is fragrant; I miss you, so shallow in the long Sanskrit singing on Fan Jingshan.
Meeting you is a simple Zen, and I am waiting for you in the deepest Zen in the world of mortals!
Time comes unexpectedly, and the world is like this. If you can keep a clear corner, only you and I can make birds in Fan Jingshan, pick flowers at night, make tea and burn incense, hold wine with sticks and quinoa, and row canoes with white horses. What do you want?
There are so many things about you that I can't let go of reserve when I am awake, and I dare not say that I like you. Only when you are sentimental on a certain night, lingering in your heart, or getting drunk at a friend's party, do you dare to say that I like you through emotions, and I like you for a long time.
About you, September 20 12, that was the season when we met. I met you in a classroom of more than 40 square meters. We are classmates, strangers. That sentence is still tall, which is the beginning of my concern for you. I glanced at you from four groups to one group intentionally or unintentionally. I'm afraid you'll find out, but I'm afraid you don't understand. I dare not say anything. Later, I called and scolded him. Later, I chatted tacitly and said good night to each other, only to understand that I just like it, nothing else. I'm sure I like it, but I still dare not say anything. Just because you said a word in the crowd, you have lived in your heart ever since. Do not dare to disturb easily, for fear of disrupting your life rhythm; I dare not say love to you easily, because I'm afraid it's an offense and a factor that hurts our relationship.
About you. It was because of my fear that I saw you walk towards her. It is a fact that I like you, and it is also a fact that you have a girlfriend. I thought I would keep this friendship if I didn't say anything, but she happened. It should be winter vacation. You have a girlfriend. Still hear that I love you so much, but it's still fruitless. So somehow, she and I felt like enemies. Perhaps, as others have said, two completely unrelated women in the world will be either friendly or hateful because of a man. I can't be friendly to her, but it's not hatred. It's just that you chose her. I hope she loves you and takes care of you, even my share. Since the day I fell in love with you, missing has become an addiction that I can't quit. Your words and deeds, your smiles, your smiles all affect my heart, and I have been thinking for a long time. Thousands of beautiful women love only one person. I am willing to wander in your story all my life, and I am willing to follow you. Even if you have never promised me, even if you have never given me half a love, I still have no regrets.
About you. A college entrance examination failed us. Will graduation be the last time in your life? I'm glad we're not You parted ways and went on to college. Thankfully, you are from different places, which is not my intention. I can only say that your arrangement is exactly what I want. Later, I heard that she came to see you from her city. What could I say at that time? It is a fact that she really loves you. I once told my best friend that there should be at least one time in my life that I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years. I feel happy when I meet you in this life, although this happiness is mixed with all kinds of pains. I also fantasized about going to your school quietly. On a sunny afternoon, on your way to the classroom, I had a well-prepared encounter with you. But in my Me Before You, you have already graduated. Love is a mysterious thing, unclear, unclear, constantly cutting and confusing. There is a kind of love in the world, knowing that there is no result, but still sticking to the same place and refusing to leave. Even if she can't hold your warmth, she still chooses to wait for you silently. Along the way, the heart door only opens for you, the mountain city only opens for you, only opens for you during the day, and only opens for you at night. Because I love you, even if my heart stays on a desert island, I will still look at your happiness with the most affectionate eyes.
About you. In a chat, I said I was going home, and you said you were going home, too. I never thought that we would be in our city this season, but what if we were in the same city? The furthest distance is that we are in the same city, but feel so far away. I suddenly heard that you broke up, and I couldn't even say how I felt. I should be happy, but I can't. For four years, you have been on and off all the way. This is true love. Why can't I be happy? I'm probably used to liking you silently and not asking for results. We also made an offer and finally made an appointment that night. At first sight, I was really in a mood at this time. I am very excited, happy and a little worried. What worries me is that I'm afraid I can't show you my best state. I'm even more moved to walk side by side with you, which I didn't even dare to think about at school. If I were a leaf in the wind, I would like to fall in the most beautiful posture, because I don't want you to see my sadness. Perhaps the beauty in this world is a bit desolate, because it is the silent waiting in the depths of clouds and water, the warmth of a blank sheet of paper, and the most beautiful poem of time. We walked in the park. We thought it would be embarrassing and lacking in words, but you gave me a sentence. We were bathed in the evening breeze, and I just enjoyed it until you sent me downstairs. When you leave, I want to give you a hug and tell you how much I love you. But I still didn't, just silently watching you leave behind, walking slowly in the dark until you disappeared in front of me. How I hope you can understand my silence, my silence and my words. Sometimes you can't see me because I hide behind you quietly; Sometimes you can't hear me, because I secretly disguise myself with silence. In fact, I am afraid of loneliness, just because you will let yourself fall into deep loneliness; In fact, I am afraid of loneliness, too, but because you are a distant mountain, there is nothing I can do. Even if you have everything, I won't hesitate as long as you need it.
About you. You said you were going to be a soldier, but you are still a little happy, because now, you may not like others, and I just want to wait for you with this lucky attitude and get rid of the shackles of others. I wonder if I'm late this time. I tell you, I like you, and I tell you that I will wait for you and wait for you to come back. I may not see you off when you leave, but you have to tell me which city you are in and I will visit you.
Life, how many parting, there will be many encounters, noisy world, there are always some lonely souls, walking on the lonely road, loving you, is a faint fragrance, through the vast sea of people, light, like flowers, refreshing. It flows quietly in time, so that meeting or not seeing, the end of the world or close at hand, becomes a joy and expectation. Because I love you, the years are no longer confused; Because I love you, life is no longer boring; Because I love you, all the twists and turns are worth it.
About you, my years are all about you, past, present and future.
If you let go of love, the spring blessing will still go and the amorous feelings will still stay. If love lets go, the blessing is still there.
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Everyone says that you love a city because the person you love lives in it. Love me, love my dog. It goes without saying that there will be such a person in everyone's life. Even if his face is covered with dust and his temples are frosty, I will stay with him until the end of the year. I am convinced that this picture has been carefully described by countless people, because it is the most beautiful love encounter that people yearn for. This romantic "territory", that is, wrapped in warmth and sincerity, depicts a simple life.
The most ideal love in the world, of course, is that two people are United and take care of each other for a lifetime. Passing by, we can only say that we are deeply attached to each other. Let it go, it may give people a feeling of beauty and sound deserted, but no one can deny that it is not because of love.
What is love? I can only say that it is a feeling of forgetting me, a feeling of happiness, which embodies the perfection and purity of love. "When you meet a person who grows old together, choose a city to die", people meet such a fate in their hearts and wait for this warmth from now on. But life is not as smooth as you think, and the fate of love is very difficult.
Although in the years of love, everyone wants to stay away from the bitter days, everyone wants to bid farewell to the painful breakup, and everyone likes to let the sunshine of love fill the air.
However, love is sometimes so incredible. Some people swear to each other when they are in love, but they can't escape the details of life, which leads to the exhaustion of love, so love ends in vain. Some people, even if they love each other deeply, end up alone on the left and on the right. There are also some people who have stumbled all the way, divided and combined, and have been tossed by the so-called love for several times. They have been running in for decades in ups and downs, and even sang all the songs, but they still don't change their minds. Who can say it's not because of love?
No matter what kind of love you encounter in this life, whether you love or be loved, meeting is a predestined fate. When you are attracted to a person, the first thing you see is the eye margin. Once love turns each other into cautious tears, caring becomes the fuse of bondage and mutual harm, and letting go may be the wisest choice. Love is never worth it, only suitable.
To love someone, you must first make him (her) happy. For a relationship, it is most important to warm each other's hearts, and it is most rare to remember the beauty of the past. People often say that love is not taking, not possessing. Love is giving, dedication and satisfaction.
I have always liked the old song "There is a kind of love called letting go". A Mu sang in his hoarse voice: There is a kind of love called letting go and ending forever for love. If I leave, let you have everything, let true love take me away and say goodbye. ...
This chorus makes the listener feel sad. Every time I aftertaste, my heart will always tremble and be moved. ...
But everything in the world can generally be made clear. Love alone cannot explain it. Some love is just self-understanding. Some behaviors can only be understood by yourself. Maybe some people's love begins with shallow joy and ends with deep love. This feeling has probably been experienced by many people.
Maybe he (she) never told you what it was like to fall in love with you. I don't want to tell you that your appearance has eliminated all his (her) previous confusion about love. Needless to say, you are the only light-like existence in the abyss of life. In particular, I don't want you to know that at some point, you are in the city and he (she) is outside the city, just passing by with blessings.
A celebrity said, without setbacks, you don't know how to live. You don't know how to love unless you are lovelorn.
Love is like a performance without script, lines and rehearsals. The person who loves each other is the protagonist. We know that falling in love is a personal matter. Falling in love is a matter for two people. Love or not, love is deep, is your own business. Whether Jane cherishes or lets go depends on how much she loves her other half.
Sometimes letting go doesn't mean not loving, but a manifestation of deep love. As the song goes:
If you yearn for the sky, you are eager to have a pair of wings to let you fly freely. Your wings should not be accompanied by roses, listening to the fading time. If romance becomes a stumbling block, I am willing to choose to return to loneliness for you. If lingering becomes a chain, put the promise aside. ...
This kind of letting go of sadness and love is to give the other person freedom. Complete the person you love and do what he or she wants to do. I don't want to love someone, which will cause that person to lose himself. In Ode to Joy 2, Qu Xiaoyu also said that letting go is not to change the original intention of falling in love.
Let go and don't disturb. Even if you can't help but miss it, you should hold back your steps. Even if you come to his (her) city with blessings, you will bypass the city. Just standing in a distant country, deep blessing.