Time shallow edge to have you
Life is alive, and the grass and trees are in autumn. Flickering, flickering, in an instant.

Life is alive, and the grass and trees are in autumn. Flickering, flickering, in an instant. You and I are as light as a cloud of smoke, as small as a speck of dust. But it is the countless little you and me who have lit thousands of lights and illuminated the whole world. Life and death, honor and disgrace, rise and fall in this world have never been controlled by people, but we will never lose our time and ourselves, guarding the grass and trees, guarding the clouds and water, and interpreting the legends from generation to generation.
We carry love all the way, step on all things, sing a swan song, and fall into the dust! Maybe, you and I were once a grass, a flower, a grain of dust hundreds of years ago. After several reincarnations, we have become relatives, friends, lovers in this life... Maybe we are just here to honor a past life. Field Covenant. Perhaps, after a hundred years, you and I will all turn into creatures in the world, waiting between heaven and earth, looking at each other, silently caring for each other. However, you and I are sympathetic in heart, willing to be green leaves, guarding the time when a flower blooms in this world!
In this world, there is a kind of encounter called fate. If there is fate, you and I will face the moon, run towards the light, meet at a fork in life, and then leave quietly. Like a pear flower as white as snow, gently blown off by the wind, it seems that it has never been dyed any color by time, and it is always elegant and clean.
Some people, in your life, are gone when you are walking, and you are far away when you are walking. Some people, like horses passing by in your world, walk like a spring breeze without leaving a trace. Some people are like a stormy sea when they leave, which makes you feel heartbroken, like a thorn in your heart, no matter how you pull it out, you can't pull it out, leaving only shallow scars, maybe it's longing; maybe it's resentment ; maybe, just remember...
No matter what, I am still grateful, maybe you and I are just in the misty and rainy alley of life, a flower encounter next to a water pavilion, a love of flowing water. Thank you, once came to my world, do not panic, do not disturb!
If there is a fate, there will always be such a person, even if you have traveled through mountains and rivers and experienced countless hardships, you will still come to you; if there is a fate, there will always be such a person, even if you push away thousands of people, even if you push aside the colorful flowers, you will still be there. Standing on the covered bridge of time, there is no one step earlier, no one step later, just to meet you in the most beautiful season, and to outline a perfect circle with you in the bronze mirror of time.
I am fortunate to have met you at the most beautiful time of my life. Zhang Ailing said that because of love, she is compassionate. Because they understand, they are tolerant. There is always that one person, even if the whole world doesn't love you, he will lower his eyebrows for you, weep for you, leave a warm lamp for you, silently guard by your side, and accompany you in the shallow time. Look at the grass growing and the warbler flying, counting the scattered stars with you!
Because of the predestined relationship, you and I live together, see the same knowledge, rely on each other, and keep each other warm. Life and death are bound together, talk to Zicheng; hold the hand of the son, and bring the old together with the son. Love, the most affectionate confession, is not the thousands of words "I love you", nor is it the oath before the spring flowers and autumn moon, forever and ever. Rather, I am willing to spend my whole life to accompany you and accommodate you! Even in the dull days, I will water it with love, take care of it with my heart, and plant a coquettish flower for you, which is extremely rotten.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of solitary grave, nowhere to speak is desolate. Even if you meet, you should not know, your face is full of dust, and your temples are like frost." If in this life, you and I meet a person who is willing to accompany you all your life, then please hold the happiness in your hand tightly, cherish each other, don't wait for loss, and then talk bleak...
It's a pity that not all the fates in the world come just right. You and I meet in the right season. Just as Xu Zhimo met Lin Zhengyin and wrote "I leave gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently to bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky..." Farewell to Cambridge expresses endless thoughts , but because it was a love triangle, he had to let go. There is also Zhang Ailing who met Hu Lancheng, a literati and traitor, and wrote in the letter: "In front of you, I have become very low and low, low in the dust. But my heart is like it, and flowers bloom from the dust."
How humble, often when a person encounters a relationship, no matter how arrogant and indifferent. It will also become very low and low, and become gentle and affectionate. Although two years later, after all, the two of them are still flying and going their separate ways. Like the bright fireworks in the sky, only the coolness remains after blooming. Maybe they met each other just to tell a story for us, write a text, and play a melody! In the world, not all fates and feelings can be cultivated to a positive result and stay together for a lifetime. But they are like a stone thrown into the lake of your heart, swaying layers of shimmering light, even if it is short-lived, it is still sparkling and sparkling!
Yeah! The fate of life is so wonderful, like the encounter between a floating cloud and a flying bird, which arrives unexpectedly. The time gliding between the eyebrows is like a stream flowing in a mountain stream, gentle and soft. And you and I, like the flying maple leaves, meet each other, slowly fall, quiet and beautiful, until the soil. If there is a fate, you and I are destined to meet at the ferry of time in this life. If we are separated, please say "respect" to each other in the dream I built!


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