If We Never Met

If we never meet, time, still running their own track, flowers, still full of fragrant beauty, years, will not be infected with a period of vicissitudes, stories, will not grow a person’s name. If we had never met, would those memories settled in the heart sea accumulate a corner of silent expectations at the windy dusk and look back and stare deeply under the midnight starry sky. If we had never met, I would be as elegant as a flower, half peaceful in the summer night and half flying in the autumn wind. In this way, the sadness and happiness in the world are turned into dark fragrance. Wait for one person to capture each time the flowers bloom and fall. If we had never met, I would shed half the shade and half the sunshine with the charm of a tree. In this way, the next life and this life stand as eternity. In the cycle of each season, shelter a person from the wind and rain. Use silent time to hope for you. If we have never met, the vast sea of people, who will enter your heart, tell you the grievances in your heart, and listen to the difficulties of life. Since then, there has been an intersection in life, accompanied by each other’s hearts and dependent on each other in the warm four seasons. If we have never met, will we still meet the figure that makes people miss in the busy crowd, the elegant and familiar taste, the love that passes through life like flowing light. Knowing a person, why do you need thousands of words. Giving silently and caring deeply is the truest background color in life and the most beautiful white space in the years. If we had never met, who would have a clear heart like water in the warm moonlight of dusk, with a faint fragrance on the blue sky, in the fragrant greenhouse, whether there will be the fragrance of love, the quiet rain Lane, and whether there will be lingering echoes. If we had never met, who would fold a flower one after another in a relaxing time, so soft and lingering, in the melody of an old song, give a gentle comfort. If we had never met and walked on the edge of prosperity and bustle, I would still sit quietly among the dust world, even if it was only a temporary distance away, let osmanthus fragrance, wind and butterfly fly, in the deep feeling of the autumn of a leaf, the fragrance of the heart is dyed in the years. If we have never met, the rose that missed the flowering period is treasured in the poem without color, drawing me, holding you and quietly thinking about how much I love you. In this way, thinking about it, the flowers opened the spring outing of Phoenix Mountain.

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…