Holding hands and meeting white prose in the world of mortals

Holding hands and meeting white prose in the world of mortals

Due to the unfinished love in previous lives, the agreement engraved by Sansheng Stone roamed the world of mortals and met in the most beautiful years. So you've been waiting here for the Millennium agreement. We will come as promised in this life and never miss it again. In this life, I will hold the world of mortals for you and meet my old age. -Inscription.

The fate between people may be predestined, and the Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the past life can be exchanged for passing this life. Everyone came to this world with the love of last life, and went back and forth in the years, just to find the unfinished fate of last life and pay off debts. The world of mortals criss-crosses, and what you are looking for is waiting for you in a corner of your life. Maybe you have been waiting for a thousand years, and that thousand years of waiting is also for the reunion of this life. Through the sunset snow in Qian Shan, through the misty years, just to hold the world of mortals in this life. The journey of life is full of mountains and rivers, and the obsession in my heart will not be confused. I will hold hands with your heart in the beauty of time, build a happy love nest together and live a quiet and prosperous life.

Who meets who is doomed, but the experience of acquaintance is different. There is only one you and one me in the world. One day, among thousands of people, it is just a look at each other. We have deeply planted each other in our hearts and projected them into a permanent picture. Perhaps it has become the most romantic love at first sight, perhaps it is close at hand, just waiting for each other to cross and open love through the smoke and water of the years.

The most clumsy thing is the love that begins with the ancient mode of matchmaker's words. It's not romantic and outdated. However, we still continue this traditional model. At first glance, it is full of embarrassing scenes, just like pictures in film and television dramas. Perhaps it is because of his thin and cold personality since childhood that he will look at strangers coldly, without saying a word, with a little indifference. At that time, the sound of a needle falling in the room will be heard clearly. I felt that the scene at that time was really an unspeakable embarrassment. Two strange and unrelated people were dragged together, and two people in the room sat there relatively speechless. None of us know how to break the suffocating scene. At that time, my mind was in a mess, but all the programmed programs were out of order. That day, you were a little shy and stammered, but very direct. I feel that you are honest, not the kind of person who talks big. I don't feel soft at all.

Life meets by destiny, and people leave separation and reunion to the predestined friends. I've met countless people in my life. Most of them are just passers-by on the journey, and they turn around and forget what he looks like. Only a few people will accompany you through the mountains and rivers, but in the end it will be endless years, inadvertently lost in the clouds, and never see each other again.

There is always a person in life who can stand the washing of time and will gradually approach you. Time is colorful, but he silently accompanies your fireworks. With the years, there may be no flowers before and after the month, no heart-wrenching love at first sight, and no graceful and restrained Tang poetry and Song poetry across the smoke. In simple days, he has become an inseparable part of you. He is a journey with you, so is the water, rain or shine. Is the person who will really accompany you to see the scenery all your life, he will regard you as the love of his life, he will do it for you all his life, and he will have no regrets. You will be inextricably linked with him in this life, which is also your tenderness and your love. You bloom your life for him in a calm day. Many years later, when his hair is gray, he still regards you as the treasure in his hand, and he will never give up this love.

I met the faint summer of June in the Dutch wind. Although it was a hot season, I didn't burn too much passion. That communication didn't leave a deep picture on my memory. Due to work reasons, gather less and leave more. I am also an indifferent woman, indifferent to things, always indifferent. The sky of love is always cloudy and windy, which runs counter to the fiery morning sun. Now, those days are far apart. Although it has never been unforgettable, it has never been alienated by time and stored in the depths of the years with the past. Occasionally, like yesterday, it lasts forever.

A year later, it was logical to talk about marriage and set the wedding date in spring. Because I like spring, it is the season of new life and sowing hope. I just want to sow our future in this hopeful season. After the change of seasons and the washing of time, the hopeful heart is looking forward to germination, flowering and fruition, and harvesting the joy of love in the fleeting time. The wedding was not grand, it was simple. After accepting the good wishes of new friends, I began to take care of the fireworks years of daily necessities.

Maybe I stepped into the city of marriage without any training, standing in an empty city, feeling helpless and unprepared. I don't know how to contribute to it and how to enrich its interior. We are all trying and groping, and I think that is the necessity of two beginners. In the completely inexperienced management, the days were managed for a period of time, giving birth to a little bit of fiasco.

Two unrelated strangers walk hand in hand and live together because of a paper engagement. It seems simple and clear, but I don't know how complicated life is. Such as living habits, cognition of things, and the construction of this city. All kinds of reasons will lead to it, and only a slight touch will arouse unpleasant waves. Every water drop is cool and penetrating, and it will be surrounded by a cold air. Sometimes the temperature will drop below zero and freeze. Fortunately, there will be spring flowers to warm those unhappy and cool.

Two angular creatures, with unfinished love in their previous lives, are desperate to gather under the same roof with the agreement of meeting Baishi in this life. Hit and run, in a small square room, slowly accept, understand, tolerate, and blend in from shallow to deep. Some unexpected scenery, sometimes ice and fire, will inevitably appear in the process. In the end, because of the family relationship that I can't give up, I still have the responsibility entrusted to the other party, instead of holding my own opinions and accommodating each other, so that the situation can be reversed.

Knowing that you are a man of few words, I am used to your few words. Over the years, I have been moving you to accompany and care silently. You have never promised me anything, but you always try to meet my requirements. When I am tired, he will cook silently. When I am in a bad mood, you will accompany me quietly. I like reading, and I don't want to do anything while reading. You never accused me. You're afraid that I'll stay up reading and affect my health. You always urge me to go to bed early. I said he was bored, but you just smiled helplessly at me. A few years ago, when you were working in other places, you bought me a computer for fear that I would be lonely. You once said to me; These years have been difficult for me. You're outside, and I'm at home alone. I feel very sorry for me. Simple words and warm care are your heartfelt confession.

Time is a double-edged sword, which will make you lose and pay at the same time. Those original days have gradually drifted away. A few years later, the time is still the same, and Zhu Yan has changed. Everything in the days seems as harmonious and natural as nature itself. It is the lost years that have given us growth and peace. The days are dull and quiet, and love has changed from the initial enthusiasm to indifference. Like the bright moon, the breeze and drizzle filled every dull day in the fleeting time.

Improve your life with your hands, brick by brick, and record your feelings with the time you don't remember. With the sincerity of love, in the cycle of the four seasons, the flower trees are planted all over the city, and the fragrance is overflowing. Still the original city, it is no longer barren, love gives it vitality and vitality, and the years are full of warmth and happiness. Now we have been together for 20 years, through thick and thin. In this life, I don't want wealth or luxury. I just want to be simple, simple and happy.

Love needs no declaration, life needs no commitment, and it doesn't depend on wealth or not. What matters is mutual understanding, care and responsibility.

Maybe there are no flowers and candlelight dinners, and there is no love between flowers and the moon. None of this matters. In the dull years, we sent takeaways to each other, held an umbrella in the wind and rain, and walked hand in hand in the muddy journey, sharing weal and woe with * * * and never giving up. Don't live up to this hard-won fate. The sky in the future will also be full of flowers and a full moon night.

I am a thin and cold woman in this life. I only ask you to warm my heart, and I will smile for you and bloom the beauty of my life. To you, I am an orchid, living alone in your deep valley, just for your fragrance. I would like to dedicate my life to accompany you through the ups and downs of the world, just to keep your life cool. Plain and long years, * * * painted a simple ink painting.

In the twilight years, there are several huts near the mountains and rivers, planting chrysanthemums and repairing cockroaches. Go fishing by the stream with you, come back at dusk and watch the misty smoke in the afterglow of the sunset. Simple rice and coarse tea, a pot of sake, are old. Cooking tea, tasting tea, talking about the land, seeking the past and asking the present. Open the luggage of the years and reflect on the past scenery over and over again. The lasting picture is the precipitation, warmth and freehand brushwork of love.

When the world of mortals meets, we are not passers-by in this life, but accompanied by each other's journey, just because we can bear that promise and the responsibility entrusted to each other. There are no graceful poems in Tang and Song Dynasties, and there is no declaration that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. The flowing years make the days colorful. Yesterday's loneliness bid farewell to you, and the misty future needs no divination. Cherish every inch of time, live a simple life and live up to this life. I am too old to see each other.

Love is very simple. People who love each other manage plain fireworks, and with two sincere loves, life becomes quiet and endless.

Love does not ask for the end of time, but only for long.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

This life is enough!