For some reason, the stranger you and I started walking on the same road. Let's go to see the roadside scenery together, feel the unknown world together, encourage and support each other in the dark night together, meet the magnificent dawn together, watch the brilliant and magnificent sunset together, face the wind and rain together, walk through the warmth of spring, The summer is warm, autumn is cool, and winter is severely cold. Because of your company, the monotony of the journey has become a sweet memory, the muddy road is full of poetry, the sky is wider because of you, and the journey of life is swaying and colorful because of your peers.
On a certain day, inadvertently, your figure gradually blurred, perhaps because of occasional misunderstandings, perhaps because of differences in interests, perhaps because of mental fatigue, or perhaps because of nothing, just wanting to walk alone quietly to another. An unfamiliar road, so on the way forward, there is another person's scenery, lonely and persistently moving forward.
Life is really like a wonderful journey. The footsteps are always on the road. During this time, you will be immersed in the different scenery, you will meet the unique you, and you will walk a beautiful journey together, and integrate the best of each into a strange soul. In the long river, understanding, knowing each other, supporting and joining hands. No matter how hard the storm is, because of you, the lonely journey is full of fun and charm, and the plain scenery is thrilling because of people.
Walking a long way in life together is a kind of silent happiness. Although, because of various reasons, each other started a journey alone, but the days that have been passed, the night and day where the soul dances, have been deeply rooted in the depths of the heart, such as mellow wine, which has not been opened , The heart has been drunk for the most part.
A friend told me that human emotions are like bamboo, each section is a closed whole, and each closed bamboo section is connected together to form the most beautiful scenery. Deeply agree. Every sincere and beautiful friendship is a closed and vivid piece of bamboo, because the independent and related emotions constitute a rich and colorful life. Those distant figures and vague figures have not disappeared. They are just hidden and deeper in the heart. In the cold and rainy days, there will be endless heat, inspiring to move forward unimpeded.
The beauty of the past is like the flowers that bloom in the spring, the bright color, the moving posture, and the intoxicating aroma. After the enthusiasm, they disappear into mud and no longer exist. It seems that the beauty is lost because of the shortness of life. No value, I think, no, those beautiful spring scenery will always exist, not in existence and spring, but in the heart and soul of spring. Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.
There is a saying, if you go, I will not see you off. You come, no matter how hard it is, I will pick you up. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand a little bit. There are always countless partings and countless shortcomings in life. Inaction is on Qilu, and the children share the towel. Wang Bo said farewell to his old friend so generously, not to the road ahead and ignorant, no one in the world knows the king, Gao Shi shook hands and said goodbye like this. Perhaps the parting in the physical sense is always short and long-term. The friendships that have existed will never disappear because of wind and rain. There is a confidant in the sea, and the world is close to each other. This kind of beauty will stay in the heart forever, things will change and the stars will move, and the vicissitudes of life will change greatly, and it will not detract from it.
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