New York has not rained for more than a week, the city that has been dry for a long time, the night finally drizzled lightly, Leng Qian sat in front of the window in the middle of the night, watching the raindrops lapping on the glass window, the collected rain quickly slipped from the blurred glass, and slipped silently, leaving rows of clear marks, as if tear stains.

The day Qiu Lang left, she thought she would cry, but she didn't. She watched his back disappear little by little, she didn't go hysterical, she didn't, because at that time she didn't understand how happy it was to be loved like that. She did what she had to do in an orderly manner, but, for a day, she was speechless, but her heart began to sink with the night. It took a year, two years before she remembered that Qiu Lang had been kind to her, but it was no longer helpful.

Looking at the road not far away, people standing in a trance to hide from the rain, vehicles coming and going. No one cares that there is such a person in this city, staring at her stupidly, not knowing what they are thinking.

Remembering that he once held an umbrella for himself, and she hid in his arms, the soft atrium instantly solidified into lime, and when it was drenched by the rain, it really crumbled into dust little by little.

But all this is not to blame others, at this moment she is not regretting, but she feels that she was too young at that time to hurt a person who loved her deeply, and now she hopes to get his forgiveness.

How many people have thought when they are in love that you will be his eternal beauty, keeping the old and the wilderness; I once thought that you would be his unchanging legend in this life, gazing into warmth and waiting for beauty.

It turns out that the earth is long and the sky is long, and it can't withstand the flow of years.

It turns out that there will never be separation, and the enemy will not be able to fall apart over the years. All the memories, sorrows and joys, condensed into a blurry scene of smoke and rain. Forgetting the way he came, he turned around and threw him away.

It turns out that there is no way to go back to the original point, for a moment, and then look back, it turns out that there is an emotion called things are people, and there is a kind of loneliness called waiting in this life.

In the days after your lover leaves, the light in the house is not extinguished every night, and you are reluctant to put it out, and you think he will come back. He thinks you're afraid of the dark, and thinks you're looking around for the direction of the lights in an unfamiliar place.

You waited for him, but all the waiting became a night of heartbreak.

When you think of him, the melancholy of dusk recounts a poignant legend, the longing that dwells between the lines, grows madly before nightfall, crawls all over the heart, and the oath engraved on the three-life stone falls on the edge of dusk, crumbling.

Leng Qian is now over that age, and she understands very well that many times, she can only say one word, and she has no fate.

When she broke up with Qiu Lang at that time, she was not sad, not even a little bit, until she fell in love a few times and made comparisons before she understood:

It's like a red dust passerby, love and hate are just clouds of the past. The pear blossoms of the post station bloomed one after another, the petals spelled out the fate of you and me, my love was born because of you, your hand touched my heartache, and the flowers were about to fall, one piece, one piece, quietly falling in the night. Whose sorrow carved the heart of a pear blossom, this lonely autumn, the autumn rain shattered Jiangnan one

Dream, drink a glass, you brewed and brewed the wine of love, let me fall asleep in this flying flowers, don't wake me up, don't wake up the beautiful scenery in the dream, if you want to say something to me, then when I want to be drunk and wake up, whisper it softly into my ear.

When I miss you, the midnight dream replays the story of an old time, shuttling through the beginning and ending thoughts, and singing in the river on the other side. Maybe my hundred years of loneliness are only waiting for you, and my thousand-year-old love song is only sung for you. Inject the most intense thoughts into the river flowing to your heart, the sound of the waves, the endless thoughts, the continuous love, every time the flowers bloom on the other side, the next reincarnation is silent.

Endless dream mirrors, some beauty is always reflected over and over again. Things are people who have ever remembered, when the flowers bloom and fall, the placket still has the marks of your scrubbing, and you are still smiling in your dreams.

When I miss you, I walk through the lonely middle of the city, gradually getting used to the life of a person, gradually getting used to sleeping with the last residual warmth of the street lamp.

Pillow a curtain of dreams, full of lovesickness, gaze into the lights of the riverside, do not expect you to suddenly think of my silhouette in the light, just hope that a little warmth will make you no longer lonely in the hesitating rainy night.

Looking back at the years of knowing each other, it is like a dream, sliding through the palm of the hand like a water year, just like the lights on the riverside, bright and flickering on the warm bank.

I don't want to forget, the rest is just to look at each other, just love, put the lovesickness in a quiet corner, no longer look forward to it, no longer extravagant, perhaps, those memories are enough to live a lifetime.

It's been ten years, what's not to over?

Day after day, year after year, spring flowers and autumn moons, silently falling from the fingertips. In an instant, another year passed.

How many springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed, and you have stepped into the world of flowers. At the end of the year, with the passage of time, it has become more peaceful.

The shallow eyes are ravines, but I don't know when they have long been buried by the world. Didi heart whispered, and also learned to pick it up safely. Everything has become calm and calm, without the ecstatic passion at the beginning, but everything is as I thought, beautiful, and as scheduled.

At this moment, Leng Qian is half drunk and half awake, I only hope that time will be slower, and she can quietly appreciate the prosperity of the flowers in the world, and she will continue to work hard in the future and live up to her original intention.

The flowers bloom in spring, the sun in summer, the leaves fall in autumn, and the snow in winter are still quietly appreciated.

She thought that the coming of the next rain should be gentle, otherwise how could everything be so relaxed and relieved at this time.

Even the current pen and ink do not want to become cold. The days when the snowflakes are flying, although they have a different style, can live in the deep winter for a long time, and it is inevitable that they will be desolate. In the depths of time, it will toss and turn, which can make everything intimate and not last. No matter how time flies, it will become gentle. With such tassel-like years, I really want to watch a flower before and under the moon, and I am happy to live up to my original intention.

All encounters in the world are fate, ups and downs, all fate gathers and disperses. To be able to perceive the quiet beauty of life in the four seasons may be a destiny. Yes

Some people will be resentful because of this predestination; And there are people who will rejoice in this destiny. But among thousands of people, we are only one living creature in the earth; And among the tens of millions of people, there are too many of us who can't help ourselves. Since it is fate, why don't we have a sympathy. The outward appearance of everything will have an inner heart that you can't see. It may be beautiful, but it doesn't tell you that the attitude of the Buddha is to ask you to meditate.

The world is so big, we are just a speck of dust. Wandering in the ups and downs of the world, ups and downs, what we can do is what emerges in front of us. I always believe that there is a reincarnation in life, it is like every whirlpool, with a back and forth rotation, but I don't know which circle is deep and which circle is shallow, waiting for the unfathomable, so that you can feel the mystery of life and the love of challenging it. No matter how time passes, it can't erase its ageless aura. Like the sun, moon and stars, like mountains, rivers, water and trees, even if the vicissitudes of the sea change, the appearance is still the same.

I only wish that I could sit quietly on the lintel of time and enjoy the pure land that belongs to my own party. In the season of peach blossoms, there is also joy. No matter how the years go by, we still stand at the beginning. At the beginning of spring and March, understand spring and summer, enjoy the flowers, and the fish leaps and insects. When the leaves are falling, know the autumn and winter, taste fresh fruit wine, and talk around the fireplace. The veins are deep and shallow, with eyebrows and eyes, and a smile is in its prime. The lights are shining, talking about the cold and warm of the fishing wood, drinking a lamp together, and getting drunk with the passing year. At the end of the cold forest, let the original heart cleanse the dust and live up to the time. Don't ask for the city, pour all I have. The years are very happy.

The years are really a multiple-choice question, in this whirlpool of neither true nor true, nor false nor false, the brilliant sentient beings are just passing by the clouds. I believe that all true love in the world comes from the original heart, the breeze blows the willows, and the tobacco is even blue, all of which are the spring colors of the world with a plain heart. Because in this cycle of the beginning of the heart like snow, you don't feel that the light changes, you don't need to face the sea, and you can bloom in spring.

The spring of life, but in the flow of time, it lives up to its original intention, and it is a picture of a freehand spring breeze. The years are so quiet, I really want my original intention to sink.

Like the water, there is room for greatness. We always have to learn to accept the wind, frost, rain and snow of life with a simple heart.

Slowly walk the old road away from the new road and smooth out the old road slowly.

A person gets drunk because of Qiu Lang's misunderstanding and indifference, because of a bad job. But if you think about it carefully, there is no work in the world that is not hard, and there is no place where personnel are not complicated.

Even if she rejects the unhappiness of the present, time will not pass slowly. So think about it, it really shouldn't be, she seems to vaguely remember the rude in front of Qiu Lang and Han Yi.

There must be gains and losses between trade-offs, so why bother too much. Learn to be down-to-earth and pragmatic, and strive to get everything you want.

When a person has enough connotation and material backing, life will become full of confidence.

It took ten years to talk to Qiu Lang face-to-face, even if he was messing around after drinking, but the words from the bottom of his heart were finally spoken, and his heart was much more relaxed.

Life is a kind of fate, and what you deliberately pursue may not be obtained in your life, and you have never looked forward to it

Brilliant, but will come unexpectedly in your indifference.

The greatest difficulty for people is to know themselves, and the easiest thing is to know themselves. Many times, we don't recognize ourselves because we put ourselves in the wrong place and give ourselves an illusion. Therefore, I am not afraid of the bumpy road ahead, but I am afraid that I will go in the wrong direction from the beginning.

See clearly why a person should be exposed; If you hate someone, why bother to turn your face. In life, there are always people who can't get used to it, just as others can't get used to us. Living, simple is actually very simple, laughing and losing will open the sky; Only when the heart is transparent will spring blossom. That's all life is like this.

No matter what stage of life we go to, we should like that time, deliver the emotions that should be delivered during that time, and complete the commitments that should be fulfilled at that stage.

Don't obsessed with the past, don't fanatically look forward to the future, go with the flow, do it and cherish it, so it's best.

People who understand you, understand the hardships behind your success, and know the unyielding behind your strength. People who understand you may not be around, but they must be in their hearts and lives; Maybe silent, but it must be watching you and waiting for you; People who love you may not understand you, but people who understand you will definitely feel sorry for you.

There are some things that we know are wrong, but we have to insist on them, because we are unwilling; Some people, we know that they are love, but we have to give up, because there is no end; Sometimes, we know that there is no way, but we are still in front of it because we are used to it.

I think that if I am blindfolded, I can not see the world; I thought that if I covered my ears, I could not hear all my troubles; Thinking that when the footsteps stop, the heart can no longer travel far; Thought I needed love, just a hug.

Some of the mistakes that have been made are due to being too late, some are due to deliberate avoidance, and more often they are standing aside in a daze. We were wrong again and again, but we never knew how to learn from it and do some introspection.

Maybe it's the passage of time, the superposition of years, which invisibly gave me precipitation. Once upon a time, there was also the pursuit of vigorous, but now, it has been indifferent.

Slowly walk the old road with the new road. Slowly smooth out the old road.

Life is like this, love is like this.

(End of chapter)