Encounter with heart, accompany with warmth

It can be spring when the leaves are fragrant, it can be summer when the grass is not yet resting, it can be autumn when the wind and old phoenix trees are in the air, and it can be the winter when Lingxiu Hansong. Every season, waiting for the encounter with you is the warmest feeling in my heart.

One thought is persistent, and one thought sticks to a city. In his small city, guarding the throbbing of two hearts.

When I am alone, I will habitually look up at the starry sky and like to see the brightest star. I want to hold it in the palm of my hand and send it to you in the distance, to light up your sky for me, but what I hold is often a wisp of breeze, and it slips away from my fingers gently. Missing, turned into a lingering thread, echoed in the wind. Sometimes, you can smell the smell of missing, sour, getting into the nasal cavity and impacting the lacrimal gland. The teardrops that fell from the eyes seemed to be clearer than the brightest star in the sky in the palm of the hand. I laughed, I thought, I really love you.

Looking at the rain falling outside the window, the moist air seems to permeate your scent. Sitting on the windowsill with a favorite book in his arms, looking into the distance. Through the journey of thousands of miles, I seem to see you smiling at me in the distance. Heart, moved slightly, slowly and peacefully in the tick of the rain. Immersed in the ink-colored text, the fingertips stroked the cool paper, and a feeling called happiness began to grow in my heart.

I was thinking that the first ray of sunshine that leaped through the window in the morning was you, bringing me the first bright and contented day in my day. Looking at the raised lips in the mirror, the sun caressed the ends of her hair, I really want to open my arms to give you a hug. see it? I am very happy, bathed in happiness in the warm sunshine. There may be dark clouds, but there will always be a place in your heart where a small sunny day is blooming for you, where the wind is warm and soft, the sky is blue, and the roses are blooming.

Perhaps, I would like to walk with you in the snow. Every step you take leaves a deep mark on the snow. I can't stop looking back, seeing the footprints that have been stretched all the time, holding back the little secret joy in my heart, and secretly stepping on each of your footprints without you noticing. Would you also bow your head and brush off the white snow that started for me? In my imagination, there will also be a poetic season made of white snow and red plums. I brew a pot of tea beside you, quietly watching a small poem flow from the tip of your pen, the fragrance of wet ink is more intoxicating than the fragrance of plum blossoms. The snow stopped suddenly, and the whole world became peaceful. I played a violin and you played a flute. I imagine happily, can this also be called Qin Se and Ming?

How far away are you? I opened the map to measure the distance between us. Your arrival is like a journey, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers to reach the destination. Even if there are beautiful scenery along the way, I believe that you will come to our castle through all obstacles, because, I have been waiting for you.

Yesterday I saw pear blossoms falling, and today I saw white snow flying. I count the change of seasons in time. The distance between the two hearts pulls happiness closer.

Once you understand this secret, you will definitely be able to spend time with your lover or friends more easily and happier. Once, my wife and I formulated a singing hall rotation system for our small dance hall. She completely approved my plan at the time, but when I posted the system, she did not follow the system at all, and kept hiding it. I. In fact, if she thinks the system I have formulated is wrong, she can tell me face to face, why does she approve it face to face, but deny it in secret? Of course I was very angry when I found out about this, so I quarreled with her a few times, but after the quarrel, I was still uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable, because not only did she not admit that she was wrong, but she also acted against me, for example, regardless of whether the child was with her. Housework, sleep in bed can not get up and so on. I tried a lot of methods and couldn't calm myself down, but if I went against her, the result would definitely be worse, because as long as she was angry, she would become very stubborn. After calm analysis, I finally thought of a good self-adjustment method. Here's what I thought: She did make a little mistake, and she did not admit that she was wrong, but can I bear it all? My answer is: I can bear it, I can even bear it with ease. Many times, when the other party makes some minor mistakes, or just thinks she is wrong, it is not that we can't stand it, but we forget to remind ourselves that it is actually tolerable that we neglect ourselves.