Meet life

A person's life is a journey. As long as our journey continues, we will meet people, scenery, emotion and emotion ...

Maybe once you meet, you will remember a person's figure, even if it's just the beauty of that moment, even if that person disappears from your sight, even if that meeting becomes a fixed forever, that person will always leave a mark in your heart.

When I am alone in my spare time, I will walk alone, leave the noisy city, go to the distant and quiet village, go to the green hills of the ghost in the empty valley, go to the ebb and flow of the sea ... Every time, every line, there will always be encounters, and this encounter will be joyful, sad, comforting and heartbreaking ...

I remember, in that year, I sat on the train to the northeast, looked at the black land, looked at the old cattle in the cultivated land, looked at the sorghum fields, and felt the picturesque artistic conception, but the beautiful scenery was instantly left behind by the train.

I remember that year, when I went to Xiamen by plane and stepped into Gulangyu Island, a man played heartily by a piano, but I was afraid that it would disturb his interest. After turning around for a while, I found that the place was empty.

I remember that year, walking in the bustling crowd and seeing the roadside across the road, a group of people gathered around a kneeling girl looking at something. It seemed that the girl had encountered some trouble. Just when I wanted to cross the road to have a look, I found that there were several urban managers, and the girl disappeared into the crowd.

I remember that it was a winter, because I was naughty, I was criticized by my teacher, went out of school, and I was afraid to go home because I was worried. I walked in the dark winter night and lost my way. Fortunately, an enthusiastic aunt braved the cold to send me home when I cried out where my home was. On the way, she not only bought me food, but also said with concern: I can't run around like this again, my family should be in a hurry. However, just as she sent me home, I ran in to think of my parents coming out to thank this kind aunt, only to find that the aunt had already entered the vast night …

I remember, it was a summer when I met a blind man who stood by the roadside to perform and sing. When I met such a scene, I would always walk over and offer my love for their self-reliance. This time, when he didn't say thank you, I also quietly left. I also want to be a meeting of others.

I once met a swallow under the eaves, and they all built nests under our eaves for three years. I once saw a group of ants building their nests before the rainstorm in summer. I have also encountered dew on the lawn of the park and listened to its glittering and translucent dance on the petals; I once encountered autumn wind on the balcony, enjoying the music played by the leaves in the wind.

The journey of this life, the swallow, the ant, the dew and the wind, disappeared into my sight, but their beauty became an eternal memory in my heart.

In fact, there are many encounters in life, such as a tree, a flower, a word, a song, a movie, an article, a beacon on the roadside and a meteor in the sky. They should all have feelings and souls.

In fact, life is an encounter. All these encounters are so beautiful, and all these encounters are so fleeting. They warm my heart and accompany my people all the way.