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Years go by, the shallow summer will be a kind of extreme euphoria, rhythm in the eyes of the years, I leaned lightly on the corner of the season, peacefully in this quiet. Light and shallow days, exudes a light fragrance, that is the time precipitation of the fragrance. I have always thought that the most long-lasting happiness is from the plain days; from the tranquil state of mind; from the ordinary days of dribs and drabs of enlightenment. The beauty of life does not lie in splendor, but in peace and harmony; the beauty of love does not lie in the sensational, but in the ordinary to keep each other, the warmth of the company.
When I was young, I had a lot of fantasies about love, so I was eager to become the protagonist of the fairy tale of love, and looked forward to Prince Charming one day to cross the mountains and come to the side, holding my hand to happiness. However, the years as water time turns, the prince finally did not come, I did not wear the Cinderella's pair of crystal shoes, in the water years will be a heart in the years, has a bland love.
"Choose a city of old age, meet a white head", I do not know where to see this sentence, I can not help but be touched, I think this life, there will always be so a person, holding your hand, love into the life, pouring a world of tenderness, and you to stay with you to be frost-dyed white hair, accompanied by you to see a long and steady flow of water. How many people, in the fine broken time in the quiet dense; how many vicissitudes of life, in the body hand in hand in the years away, any face in the day to day in the old slowly, although the flowers fall, the wind to live in the dust incense; water long flow, the cloud light past, but unchanged is each other's old happy face.
Perhaps the beauty of life is to meet, I do not know how many people will meet in this life, I do not know how many heartfelt encounters, perhaps there are a lot of people in the world can be stunning your time, but can be willing to stay by your side until you slowly gentle your years, with you crying, with you laughing, with you waiting, with you in blossom, a lifetime, perhaps only so one. A glimpse is the beauty of life, the water is the most really happy. The Buddha said that the previous life of five hundred years to look back, only in exchange for this life of a shoulder, then in the millions of people met you, hand in hand for a lifetime, and how a practice it!
Maybe you're not the best, but you must know how to love me the most. Tired 'time, your shoulder can let me rely on; cold days, your embrace is my warmth; sad when you can get your comfort; lonely when your smile accompanied; happy when you can share with you; storms and rains we walked together; red dust disturbances we face together, any years of blandness of the years, any time to erase the passion, your love, has always been in.
Perhaps you are not so perfect, but must be the one who knows me best. Understand is the heart and heart of the communication; is the soul and soul of the dependence; understand is to love the two people in the heart of the most beautiful flowers, there are times, understand than love is more important. Because know, so understand; because cherish each other, so tolerance. Love is not not quarrel, is the occurrence of quarrels can still be together; love is not not fight, is noisy after the noise is still not leave each other. A know, a few more joy; a companion, a few more warmth, love without words, a thousand times; love without sound, silent joy, with your place is the most beautiful scenery of my life.
Eileen Chang said: I have been looking for that kind of feeling, that kind of cold days, holding up a pair of warm hands, the feeling of solid forward. A lifetime of hand-holding, how warm, from youth to hobbling; from the red face to gray hair, in each other silently watching slowly grow old, what is more precious than engraved with the years of cold and warm this love?
I have always thought that the best love, must grow with the time. I do not envy the flower before the moon; I do not envy towards the twilight of the vow, I envy is a hundred hair pale under the sunset figure of each other to help each other. From the life of the first acquaintance of the two do not get tired of looking at each other, to time will be love polished into affection, holding the hand of the hand, there are no years can be turned back, when the passion recedes, when the romance is exhausted, only the deepest warmth of the heart can be stretched. Love is the belt gradually wide end unrepentant perseverance, love is for Yi consumed people pining unrepentant; love is a smile to the evening, hand in hand **** appendage, the best love, is to give you a lifetime.
Under the roof of the earthly world, how many people have how much love, how much wind and snow lingering, how much happiness and warmth. When you walk through the lights, I will light the lamp for you to light your way home; when you come back from the dusty run, I will wash away your tired face with a gentle hand; when wrinkles climbed on your forehead, I will hold your hand tightly, and accompany you to grow old with you, in the trivial days, interpreting the hand of his son, and with his son to grow old with him eternally.
Some people say: love a city, because the city lived in a person, to be able to love with the people together, even the time is beautiful. Even if the rough tea, cultivate hedges and planting, as long as you are accompanied by good. Then, find a place with green hills and green water, a quiet cottage, or a courtyard of cloud and water meditation, where there is clear sunshine and quiet relaxation, and your bright smiling face. I'd like to take a handful of flowers in the ordinary days, holding the warmth of all the way along, so that the fragrance of love in the firewood and salt rising; in a cup of tea in the warmth, the poetic flavor of life; in a bowl of porridge in the light, feel the romance of life, every morning you and the sunshine are in, is my happiness.
In the days of spring blossoms, I want to hold your hand and walk on the path to the field, under the blue sky, there is a breeze sweeping by, behind the rows of verdant green leaves of bamboo forests, in the distance is the capped green mountains. I and you scoop up the clarity of a spring water, with a wisp of breeze of spontaneity, see the butterflies fly flowers dance, listen to the sound of blossoming flowers, enjoy the warmth of every ray of sunshine, feel every drop of rain and dew moisturizing, so that the warmth of the mutual appreciation of the wind and sunshine in the growth of the moment, I would like to put down all of the obsessive thoughts, just want to be the treasure of your hand, with the time of a blossoming flower, watching over the happiness.
On days when the rain falls, we snuggle together, sit by the window, and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the banana. Any time in the window flow, I make a pot of fragrant flower tea, quietly feel the wind and rain of the lingering, pour a cup of years of precipitation of the aroma, listen to the murmur of time, recall the past section of a beautiful picture, tasting the life given little by little, in the quiet of the time, look at the years of smoke and fire, taste the years of quiet.
The year is late, but the age of incense. To the day of old age, gray temples, hobbling we can no longer walk thousands of mountains and thousands of water, I and you around the fireplace, in our wrinkles and white hair, counting the traces of time. Thank you for the fate of life, let me meet you, there is a love, never old, only for the beauty of your acquaintance; there is a love, deep in the heart, only for the love of you when the light, this life, the happiest thing is to hold your hand together. When the world of smoke and fire slowly silent; when the fingertips gradually dissipated, you are still so hold my hand, years old, love is still there, the original I life in the most beautiful time, from the moment I met you began.
The first thing you need to do is to choose a city to grow old in, and meet a person who has a white head.
--Springtime