In the future, whose sleeve will you hold

We keep saying goodbye to the time, and we are all people in the story of the red earth. How much of the origin, just because when in the crowd more than a glance at each other; how much of the fate of extinction, all because each other in the unknowingly no longer attached.

　　The red dust, there are always people in the nostalgia in the separated. Once the unexpected encounter, a "Oh, so you are also here", to later later only into a "in the end, where have you gone"; once the mutual favor, together with the flowers fall flowers, to later later only left their lonely into the sea; once the love The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want.

　　Perhaps the house of life, destined to have half window bright, half window storm; perhaps the tea of time, destined to have half sweet, half bitter; perhaps, the road of life, destined to have half bright, half sad. We, at the right time to meet the right person that is a blossom of joy; we, in the desire to have when lost that is a sigh of flowers fall.

　　Who would like to miss the blossoming of flowers and the staging of beautiful stories? The most important thing is that there are always things in life that are not as they should be. Some people have promised you a beautiful forever, but in the end they only let you touch the darkness of tomorrow; some people have constructed a curtain of dreams for you, but in the end they only let your dreams fall into mud in the monsoon; some people have passed through your bloom, but in the end they only left you a fading back.

　　The world, not a thousand degrees to find, there must be a perfect ending; not in the flowering meet, there must be a poetic habitat. In fact, in life, there are always some romantic encounters that start in the waves and end in the heart like water; there are always some flowing soulmates that start in the heart and end in the broken strings; there are always some flowers and snowflakes that start in the glimpse and end in the two forgetfulness.

　　I believe that almost all people have outlined such a city in their hearts, where there are charming spring rain, gorgeous summer flowers, colorful autumn leaves, and white winter snow. Whether day, or night, in that city we will always feel like they are treated gently by time; whether dawn, or dusk, in that city we will always feel like a fairy tale of their own story. There, you tread the waves, someone to watch; you pick flowers, someone laughing to watch; you drop words, someone to sign.

　　However, whether intentional or not, we always seek all the way, all the way lost. Who knows who will allow us to have you along the way today and tomorrow, and who will allow us to grow old together with quietly. On the way to the future, no one knows who will meet who and who will leave who in the next minute and the next second.

　　If we feel that the years are beautiful, it is because we have met the spring flowers of life; if we feel that the years are cold, it is because we have encountered the long and wide mountains of life. Undoubtedly, the real flow of life should be to hear the sound of flowers wherever you go; the real happiness of life should be to meet someone who understands you whenever you are.

　　However, how many people we miss, have been only a turning distance away from us, this life would like to return us a cherished? How many of the people we care about, when we look back not a little away? This life will give us a legend?

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do. If there is no one in the world to understand you, or love you, can you do everything lightly, so that the come, so that the go?

　　The actual fact is that there are always people who are separated from each other. I don't know, today and tomorrow, the wind on the other side of this shore, who is still chanting "time is not old, we are not separated"? I wonder, in the future, whose sleeve will you be holding?