The wind blows the clouds and the sky does not move, and the water pushes the boat to move without moving.

It is said that the end of the song may not be dispersed, and there is a fate to meet.

But why does this man live in a panic, always on the go, always separating and separating?

is always powerless to face all this.

Sometimes I think I've seen all this a long time ago, but I don't know that when I read it in the depths, I'm always sad.

Nostalgia and regret.

Maybe the magic of life is always added after people have lost something, and people start to grow.

If it hurts, it grows, when it regrets, it grows, and when it is cherished, it is ripe.

However, this storm has only just begun.

Maybe sometimes it stops and falls, and it starts and falls,

Sometimes there are black cumulonimbus clouds,

Sometimes there are white cotton clouds,

But I can always be blown away by the wind of happiness and luck,

Finally saw the colorful Caiwen above the blue sky.

This is what home looks like, and the power of lovers!

Wait for me, I'm going home......

Note: It was written at the end of the Spring Festival in 2016 and the first rest day after work.

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