Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
This is the first sentence at the beginning of An Ruyi's Life as First Seen. If life is like the first time. Just seven words, how many sad tails. When we first met, people, like peacocks, were instinctively gorgeous, restrained their temper with courtesy and shyness, and bloomed beautiful flowers. And most of those audiences are appreciative, secretly applauding and loving. After a long time, the peacock is tired, its wings gradually shrink back, and occasionally it turns around, leaving a faint, faded suddenness and embarrassment. Born this way, lovers are not immune. Once upon a time, reading the tender and touching classic stories, talented people and beautiful women, princes and princesses were always harmed by traitors, but finally managed to have a bright future. The end of fairy tales will be a happy life together, so I also believe that from now on, Meng Guang will be as happy as a guest with Hongliang as an example and Qi Mei as an example. But when I grow up, I have read many fragmented chapters, and I understand that two of a kind is always beautiful at first, but the daily necessities have also caused disputes and troubles, not to mention the details of personality differences. If life is like the first time, laugh at the moment we meet and let everything be forgiven. Love doesn't have to die, but Dimfragrance floats just right. Ruthlessness is not necessarily rejection. I just want you to remember that we laughed at the first sight of each other.
If life is like the first time, the beauty of injury can only be fixed in memory. Maybe one day turn around and leave a beautiful figure far away. The perfect arc will tell the nostalgia for yesterday. Perhaps, among the people we know, there have been misunderstandings and gains and losses, and you will remember the beauty at first sight. Or, I revisited my old haunt in a specific place that day and suddenly found that I hadn't seen it for many years, and suddenly I went back to the first scene and met for the first time. What kind of unforgettable feeling was that? !
Time flies like water, and things are unpredictable. Many established beginnings have an unexpected result, so they are intriguing, whether they are happy or sad, expected or unwilling to see. Contradictions and gaps have given the world too much beauty.
If life is like the first time, all the past events will turn into a red dust smile, leaving only the first surprise and touch. Forget the betrayal, sadness, helplessness and grief you may have had. What a wonderful realm of life this is.
Affectionate nostalgia is a beautiful trance and a happy memory. At that moment, it seemed that time went back and a hundred flowers blossomed. Tender and touching, longing and sweetness, it turned out that it was only our first meeting. Tides rise and fall, things change, and the world changes. So, if you can't continue, then you'd rather cut off all the exits. May everything be as beautiful as it was at first sight. Love at first sight, goodbye. I hope that when I see you again, I will feel the same as when I first saw you. Life is like this, life is like this, love life and love death. Isn't it?
I believe that everyone will always remember the person who fell in love with him at first sight, and he (she) will be handsome and graceful. Still beautiful and gentle, gentle as water ... yes, this is the beauty produced by the distance between people. It's also good to get rid of the original, that is, you can have endless fantasies, he/she can always be beautiful in the fantasy, and always be fascinated by the intoxicating beauty in the mirror ... even if you know that this is a fantasy of your own mind, it is addictive enough. ...
One day, when I thought I would never see him again, he appeared in front of me. Maybe he is personable, handsome and even more mature than before, but he will never get it back. He can't find his original' heart' like a deer bump ... this is life and this is mentality. If you lose it, you lose it and you can't get it back. ...
From the helpless but elegant memory of life, I recall the oath I made when I was young: hold your hand and grow old with my son. Green and purple stripes are long in my heart, but the prosperity of the world is fleeting. Imagine once saying: heaven and earth are one, but dare to separate from you. However, those are just words in love and being loved, and perhaps more are passionate impulses. The stars have changed, things have changed, and love is gone. Everything that once seemed so far away ... I tried to find someone I once knew to be husband and wife, but I felt very lost, very lost. There is no choice but to be husband and wife. Their love is beyond doubt. My wife thinks that you are old, the bus is late, and the sky is full of people's wishes, so let Nong see Lang. Send something to love: When those red berries come in spring, your southern branches and red beans have become synonymous with "missing" and souvenirs of love between lovers. The hibiscus flower of the past is now a grass with a broken root. It is like an old friend who returned the flower with tears, and said nothing to the king of Chu. Some people don't love that day. Since then, there has been no beloved night, so let him go to the west wing under the bright moon, watch the stars sinking at the bottom of the sea as windows, watch the rain across the Heyuan, and miss the former and the latter. Perhaps missing is a higher kind of love, so that it is wider and wider, and I don't regret it. Because of Iraq, people are haggard and independent, and I know nothing about it. ....
Love is always a sad life: the wound is in the high city, and the lights are already dusk; Even people who bury their love in their hearts say: there are few branches blowing willows, but there are many herbs on earth. There are also spoony people who are smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains, and the wind has stopped the dust. It's a pity, it's a pity ... love is gone, sadness is almost gone, and a cup of sadness will be over in a few years. Love is so pale and powerless in front of time. Maybe one day you will find that person there, and the lights are dim. It will also send out: when you come out, ask what love is, teach life and death, and be heartbroken than yourself, and the world will end.
If life is only as beautiful as the first time ... but as time goes by, when love ceases to love, when people cease to be that person, only those who still love will know what mental journey they have experienced.
If life is only the first time, I still choose today's choice: love well. Never part. Action is love. Love is still there ... because there is love in the heart, everything is possible, because there is love in the heart, everything will not be in vain. ...............