The most beautiful scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart; there is an encounter in the world, not on the road, but in the heart.
The world is vast, the vast sea of people, our life is indispensable to the company of many people, there are partners who are gentle and do not abandon; there are friends who meet in Pingshui; there are parents who are warm and caring; there are well-behaved and wise children; there are teachers who teach and educate people; there are secrets who are inseparable from the shadows, and colleagues who work face to face...
But, in addition, there is a kind of companionship in the world, not by the side, but in the soul. There is no passing by, but it will leave a momentary surprise; there is no need to meet, and the eyes are still deep and affectionate; there is no need to look back, the figure is still the most beautiful scenery in the heart.
Everyone has a period of time, will not forget such a person, life, we have a lot of passers-by, some, may leave a good impression on you, some just meet in pingshui, and some, take root in your heart. Therefore, subtly, in each other's hearts sprouted the seeds of thoughts, the desire to miss each other, so often in the heart of the turbulence of the ripples, unable to speak, unable to tell, but that feeling occasionally tasted, like a bright lamp, in the lost night, illuminate you forward. It's like a trickle of streams, flowing down your heart river, swaying slightly...
Those inexplicable feelings, those hazy moving illusions, those birds and flowers of the human breath. In the darkness, they all come from the heart of the meeting, and the fate of unexpected encounters attracts each other.
In life, how many encounters will ignite the heart, will soften the years, and amaze the time?
Standing outside of time, watching the words blossom, the eyes and eyes, the heart and the heart listening, let the affection be speechless.
Is there a person who has long faded out of your vision and will never be forgotten in your heart; is there a person who has made your eyes red countless times, and you are still smiling and forgiving; is there a person who has abandoned the promise he once made to you, but you still lock in his heart; is there a person who has hurt you countless times, and you still collect your memories in pain. There is no one who has left you alone in the empty countryside, at the top of a steep peak, and you are desperately like a lost lamb, but the determination of your heart has not changed; there is no one who has lost you in a strange corner several times, but you are like a baby in a swaddling, waiting to be fed in a look of pain, still waiting for the moment when he appears...
Why don't we always know how to cherish the people in front of us? In the unpredictable reunion, we thought that there would always be a reunion, there would always be a chance to meet again, we always thought that we would have the opportunity to say sorry, but we never thought that every wave of goodbye could be a farewell, and every sigh could be the last sigh in the world. Perhaps, the flow of years is shallow, no one can hold the sky for a long time, still, read in the heart, hidden in the heart, and finally not waste the years of splendid embroidery. Years, because of the beauty of the past, and the safety of this season, in the end, because of your sincerity, and the cherry blossoms in a foreign country, I missed your fragrance, missed your glory and splendor.
And your fragrance, I can only exist in the bottom of my heart. We know each other, we once had each other. Those fireworks of the past, knowingly, missed, what remains is the loneliness of the heart, the watchfulness of love. None of us are wrong, what is wrong is that they did not show up at the right time. Those immortal memories are eternal losses. But I still look forward to the time to be able to turn back a little bit, perhaps, I will insist, always insist!
I know that when I look back, those tears are ridiculous, but I don't know that when I look back, those laughter can also make me cry. No one can live a smooth life, but I always believe that after walking through the smoke and rain of Pinghu Lake, the mountains and rivers of the years, those who have gone through all the disasters and tasted all kinds of tastes will be more vivid and clean.
Every reserved and calm present has a very silly and naïve past. When I was a child, I watched shooting stars, but I forgot to make a wish. Growing up a little, I remembered to make a wish, but I couldn't wait for the meteor. Now, the shooting star is in front of you, the wish is in the heart, but it is only silent, and finally understands; not all wishes can be made and fulfilled.
When people are lonely, they can meet their souls. When I am alone, I always quietly taste that feeling of loneliness; yes, some things are best never to say feelings, because at the same time as you narrate, the feelings will unconsciously change their taste, perhaps, those confessions carved in the depths of memory, those expositions of life, those inseparable love, have to let time fade, wind and rain to wash, let the years go to dust!