How to understand destiny takes a hand, everyone has their own life?

Suddenly, I feel that time flies, the world of mortals stops and stops, the leaves are green and yellow, the flowers have faded, my heart has faded, some things have been forgotten, and some people remember them, just as natural as flowers bloom and fall.

Life is a journey. There will always be reunion and parting on the prayer wheel. Every first beauty is like a tree blooming. There is always a flower blooming into the sea in memory, and there is always a love in time, and the trees are shaded. In the memory of the palm of your hand, with the spring breeze and drizzle, let time stay at a certain moment, and use the hand of time to keep your smile for many years. Everyone who has an intersection with life is to make us a person with temperature.

Some moments in time are nothing special to experience, but in retrospect, they are worth a thousand words. The depth of fate lies in getting along; The mutual understanding of the mind lies in the tacit understanding. The deepest concern is not words, but understanding that there is always some warmth overflowing our hearts. The watch of the soul is the most beautiful dialogue, and the fate worth remembering must be a flower that is just right in time. Even through time and years, Qian Shan can produce fragrant beauty.

There is a kind of companionship, which is tacit understanding, without words, just heart-to-heart reading; There is a pity, an understanding, no intersection, just a look, you can understand. The best companionship is not in the soul, but depends on time. The deepest concern is the companionship of the soul, just like a cup of spring breeze and a cup of hot tea. Just a gentle greeting, the spring breeze blows over your face, full of tenderness, timely meeting and parting, just like flowers bloom and fall, there is always some affection, which can cross mountains and rivers and write down some love on every windy and snowy day, so that the soul is no longer lonely and the feelings are no longer separated. The ground is high and the water is far away. Even if you can't hold your hand forever and walk with you for a while, it is also the most beautiful practice.

"The red skirt faded out of my heart, remembering the flowers but not the year." In the silhouette of time, how many familiar figures are looming, how many warm feelings linger in the passage of time. The flowers in the palm of your hand are rippling in the middle of the lake, always telling the past in the depths of time. In the scenery I have walked through, I have never been alone with you; In my scattered old days, it is sunny to have you with me.

Inadvertently hearing a song will fascinate you, and inadvertently seeing a sentence will move you. We are all sentimental people and have all experienced hardships on the road of life. Perhaps you are young and confused about the future; Maybe you are middle-aged and feel tired because of your responsibilities; Maybe you are old, sighing at the end of your life and watching the sunset endlessly ... No matter who you are and what path you want to take, as long as you are with bright people and your heart is broad, you will become a warm hometown. No matter how many days have passed, knowledge, flowers and sunshine are all happiness.

Smell the flowers of the years, get drunk and rejoice, and the old days will hide all the knowledge. I think I know you, every look in your eyes, every sigh, just like flowers know dew, just like time knows youth, I know your loneliness and hesitation, and it is not easy to understand your life. Don't complain all the time, and don't ask if it's worth it. Maturity is running with tears in your eyes. What is important for people to live is their mood. Sometimes, silence is just a mottled time, and the scenery in my heart is my own. Years overlap, may life be gentle with you. If the mood can be bathed in sunshine, the spring I wrote for you will not be far away.

How many times have I looked in your direction and imagined your smiling face standing in the sun, and the petal rain fell on my side, just like the touching encounter when I was young. Look at one flower after another, there is a watch and a yearning. The loneliness of the soul, sitting opposite each other in the fragrance of words, grows slowly. In the leisure time of vegetation, look at all seasons, spring and autumn, winter, snow and summer are cool. On the dull notes of time, there is ignorance of youth, bitterness of middle age, and the significance of looking back and smiling at the sunset. Along the way, the mountain is a journey. Whether you are here or not, I can feel your warmth. Light life, in a word, we walk slowly on the long road.

The agreement between the heart and the distance is that when the spring flowers are blooming, the heart and love will stay together in the winter snow. In the affectionate season, when the wind blows through my city, my soul will be brilliantly amazing. I knew you would come, but you just came uninvited, and I happened to be there, just like spring. Along the way, I am looking for, with a beautiful flower, to melt myself into a plain and beautiful poem, in the palm of my hand, for the tacit understanding of meeting, engraved forever.

All acquaintances are not as good as the long-term love that accompanied me. Thanks for the warmth we walked together, I wrote my mind for a long time. A person faces the wind and rain, with bitterness and confusion. Firm steps and flowers in full bloom in the distance fragrant a dream-seeking journey. If you believe in beauty, you can meet it. So, I am on your way, waiting for you with a smile.