Recite an ancient and long Sanskrit phrase, burn incense with your hands, and hope to treat you and me for a quiet and good time. And at this moment, the handwriting shaking off my fingertips, every stroke and stroke, are all the love that I dare to say. I use the tone of joking to bury those lingering emotions, and you use the patience of Bodhi to grace all my vexatious little tempers. Teach me to understand that the love you give is understandable, don't sigh lightly and shallowly, you must be pious and wait for the quiet years to see the red dust and soft feet. Here I use a sketch on paper to describe my thoughts about you, and I put pen to paper for 3,000 thoughts, which are charming and extended, and finally become a song. After all these years of going around and around, I finally found you in walking and meeting. Then I fell into a grand bond, and the sound of the stings was everywhere, which shook my long-term coldness, and I can no longer be silent about love, and it is difficult to be indifferent to you. I spend a lot of my leisure time imagining you saying that I love you, even if he has traveled through mountains and rivers for many years, it is difficult to find a face like yours, but also to return a little affection and keep you in my heart. And this warmth is the warmth derived from the love you give.

I used a side of smoke to give birth to the vision in my heart: green willows are long, and peach blossoms are dances. You spread out your palms, whispered, carried a book of poetry, and walked towards me without sorrow. I choked on my breath, and the warmth of empathy was in my ears. Since then, the mountains and rivers are far away, the Qingxiao road is also tending, and singing and walking, and the hand of the son has gone through the end of the world safely. Even if it is a bumpy trip, even if it is a night trip with a green light, it is said that it is inseparable.

What you said was imprinted in my heart every sentence, and in the trivialities, I gained insight and sympathy for all my uneasiness, and what was revealed between the lines was a deep friendship. Even if I didn't believe in the true meaning of love, it was hard to ignore the deep affection that flowed out of your heart. You say, my heart has never been a place to go into. But you don't know that it is no longer the original appearance, and it is difficult to find the makeup of the old year. The bones of each other forged in the twilight wind and dawn moon have been born together, and when I think of you, there is a smile from the eyebrows.

I ought to hear thee, and I know that thy heart will not bear me.

I should accompany you in what you do, and I know that you will not let me become infatuated and hateful.

I should love what you love, and I know that you will have mercy on me and not forsake me.

The love in the world cracked under the erosion of the wind and frost of the world, and it forgot the original oath when it couldn't withstand half of the waves. When I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, I saw that the old words and smiles were just joys and sorrows in the end. Accidentally, I saw that the love I heard was similar to myself, clear and dazzling, my heart was suddenly flustered, and my resentment poured out. No one could have imagined how it would end between us. However, even if the rain is sparse and the wind is sudden and the friendship is lost, please allow me to forgive the joys and sorrows in the name of love.

When mentioning the so-called mustard and the later ending, I saw a dense tacit understanding in your and my words, saying: If I don't leave, you won't give up, and then we don't say anything. But you are scared after all, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me again and again: You won't leave me, will you? How shall I answer you when I recall those thoughts that are creeping in? In this world, people's hearts are barren, and the world is ever-changing, and it is not just your and my wishes that can be controlled. You're on the other side, I'm on the other side, and numerology is up and down in a net. It's not that I don't believe you, but I don't believe that this cold fate will favor me. Those poems that are safely precipitated in Danqing, even if I don't say it, you should understand that it is vain after all.

After a moment of embarrassment and confusion, the gloom in my heart was completely hidden. Finally, I understand that we must be kind to ourselves and you, even if it is only for the day and night, we must wait steadily, and do not be reckless and self-indulgent, leaving sadness in vain. This long-lasting friendship has turned into a thousand turns of wishing to be a one-hearted person, and the white head is inseparable. The initial determination, after the faltering pace, will still not be light. The words you said, word by word, went deep into the bone marrow, making this winter day warm and making the peaceful and orderly road seem extraordinary.