Chapter 284: Can't Wake Up (12)

But to be willing to stay by your side until the years of slowly gentleness you, cry with you, laugh with you, wait with you, and bloom with you, there may only be one in your life. A glimpse of pen & fun &www.biquge.info amp; pavilion is the beauty of life, and the long stream of water is the most true happiness. The Buddha said that looking back in the previous life for 500 years was exchanged for a rubbing shoulders in this life, so what kind of practice is it to meet you among thousands of people and hold hands for a lifetime!

Maybe you are not the best, but you must know how to feel sorry for me the most. When I'm tired, your shoulders can give me something to lean on; On cold days, your embrace is my warmth; You can be comforted when you are sad; When you are lonely, you are accompanied by your smile; I can share it with you when I am happy; We have been through ups and downs together; The red dust disturbs us to face together, let the years dull the years, let the time erase the passion, your love has always been there.

Maybe you're not perfect, but you must be the one who knows me best. Understanding is the connection between hearts and minds; It is the interdependence of the soul and the soul; Understanding is the most beautiful flower that blooms in the hearts of two people who love each other, and sometimes, understanding is more important than love. Because you understand, you understand; Because of mutual sympathy, so tolerance. Love is not about not arguing or arguing, it is about being able to be together after a dispute; Love is not fighting, it is not leaving after the quarrel. One understands, and how much joy; A companionship, a lot of warmth, love is speechless, a thousand turns; Silent, silent and joyful, the place with you is the most beautiful scenery in my life.

Zhang Ailing said: I have been looking for that feeling, the feeling of holding a pair of warm hands and moving forward steadily on a cold day. Holding hands for a lifetime, how warm, from youth to faltering; From red face to white hair, slowly growing old in each other's silent gaze, what is more precious than the love engraved with the warmth and coldness of the years?

I have always believed that the best love must grow with time. I don't envy the moon before the flowers, I am me; I don't envy the mountain alliance and sea oath in the morning and twilight, I envy the figure of relying on each other in the sunset. From the first acquaintance of life to never get tired of seeing each other, to time polishing love into family affection, holding hands, there is no time to look back, when the passion retreats, when the romance is exhausted, only the warmth in the depths of the soul can be extended. Love is the persistence of never regretting the gradual widening of the belt, and love is the unrepentant unrepentance of making people haggard for Yi; Love is smiling late, hand in hand, the best love is for your life.

Under the eaves of the world, there are as many people as there is love, how many winds and snows linger, and how much happiness and warmth. When you walk through the lights of thousands of homes, I will light the lamp for you to light your way home; When you come back from a busy journey, I will wash away your tiredness with gentle hands; When wrinkles climb up your forehead, I will hold your hand tightly, grow old with you, and interpret the hand of the son in the trivial days, and the eternity of growing old with the son.

Some people say: Fall in love with a city because there is someone living in the city, and being able to be with the person you love is beautiful. Even if it is coarse tea and light rice, repair fences and farm, as long as you are with you. Then, find a place with green mountains and green waters, find a quiet hut, or a courtyard with a zen heart of clouds and water, where there is clear sunshine and quiet leisure, and your bright smiling face. Take a bouquet of flowers on a dull day, hold the warmth that accompanies you all the way, and let the fragrance of love rise in firewood, rice, oil and salt; In the warmth of a cup of tea, taste the poetry of life; In the lightness of a bowl of porridge, feel the romance of life, you and the sunshine are there every morning, it is my happiness.

On a warm spring day, I want to take your hand and stroll along the path leading to the field, under the blue sky, there is a breeze blowing, behind me are rows of green bamboo forests, and in the distance are the green mountains. I take a clear spring water with you, with a wisp of breeze free and easy, watch the butterflies fly and dance, listen to the sound of flowers, enjoy the warmth of every ray of sunshine, feel the moisture of every drop of rain and dew, let the warmth of sympathy grow in the wind and sunshine, at this moment, I am willing to let go of all obsessions, just want to be the treasure in the palm of your hand, with a flower blooming time, watch happiness.

On rainy days, we snuggled together, sat by the window, and listened to the sound of the rain hitting the plantains. Let the time flow outside the window, I make a pot of fragrant flower tea, quietly feel the lingering breeze and drizzle, pour a lamp of the fragrance of the precipitation of the years, listen to the whispers of time, reminisce about the beautiful pictures of the past, taste the bits and pieces of tea life give, in the quiet time, look down on the fireworks of the passing years, and taste the quiet years of time.

The years are late, but the years are agarwood. When we get old, our temples are gray and we can no longer walk thousands of mountains and rivers, and you and I gather around the fire, counting the traces of time in our wrinkles and gray hair. Thank you for the fate in my life, let me meet you, there is a kind of love, never old, just for the beauty when I met you; There is a kind of love, hidden deep in the heart, just for the indifference when you fall in love, in this life, the happiest thing is to hold your hand and walk together. When the earthly fireworks slowly fall silent; When the flashiness of the fingertips gradually dissipated, you still hold my hand like this, the years are old, the love is still there, it turns out that the most beautiful time in my life is from the moment I met you.

Choose a city to grow old and meet a person with a white head.

Love is close at hand, heart to heart, people are suffering at the end of the world. I miss Gu, I am sad, and I am haggard with tears. Farewell tonight, in my dreams, after several years, it is still hard. A lifetime of love, a lifetime of promise, fate comes and goes, and there is no regret. Words and words, tears and tears, dripping weeping, whining, how to solve love and hatred? Ask the world, who is not burdened by the red dust, who is not bitter about love? - Inscription: Meng'er

Half-life love, a thousand tears, three lives. Thinking about it all day long, the past and the past are intertwined, there are no days, no nights, no months and years. Looking forward to reunion, tears ripple, the end of the world, when will I see you again?

Who passed by and missed each other's hearts, and the dream of looking back is no more. Hate to ask the old man, who tied the red rope wrong? Who pushed whom out of his embrace, and who left behind the promise of a lifetime? Who hurt and who left an indelible pain in the heart. There is hatred in the tears, and the pain in the heartbreak. On the bank of the Lechuan River, I drank the bowl of Meng Po soup by the bridge, no longer looked back at reincarnation, never saw again, forgot all the pain, all the wounds, all the blood and tears.

In this silent night, I miss you again, tears of longing spread in the corners of my eyes, the wound in my heart makes me breathless, how I hope all this is just a joke played by God

(To be continued.) )