At the best age of life, when summer flowers bloom, I have the honor to meet you, which is not only a clever arrangement of fate, but also a beautiful picture under the gentle brushstrokes of the universe.
Your appearance is like the dawn of the morning, the first rays of sunlight gently pierce the mist, illuminating every corner of my soul, making all the gloom and gloom dissipate in an instant.
When we met, there was no regret of missing the flowering period, and there was no regret of passing by. It is like a wildflower that blooms inadvertently after a drizzle in spring, although it is not publicized, but with its unique fragrance, it quietly occupies the softest part of my heart. Every moment spent with you is like a well-carved work of art, and every stroke contains endless cherishing and gratitude.
The road we walked side by side, every step stepped out of the melody of youth, that melody is melodious and lingering, like the brightest star in the night sky, leading us through the sea of people to find each other. Those moments of looking at each other and smiling, those tacit understandings that can be understood without saying much, are the most precious gifts that time has given us, making this encounter not just a simple intersection, but a deep dialogue in the depths of the soul.
Therefore, I am grateful to fate for allowing me to meet you at the best of years and with the best gesture. This encounter, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, is short, but it is enough to illuminate my whole life, so that in the days to come, no matter the wind and rain, I can carry this warmth and light, move forward bravely, fearlessly.