And listen to the heart, cool after the wind

In bright May, I saw the fragrance of locust flowers blooming in front of the window. A piece of rhyme white, leisurely falling on the windowsill, stirring up the warm and moist eyes. When the temperature is right, I look forward to a pair of butterflies with fluttering wings and light steps, lingering in the sun with warmth and tenderness; there is no Acacia and waiting at both ends of the sea, and there is no messy and melancholy in the affairs of the world. That is the love I yearn for, simple and warm.

The shallow summer is like smoke, the dust margin is slightly cool, the flower buds are still delicate and beautiful, and the pavilions are waiting for the prosperous age in the fields. Life is like a ray of clear moonlight, fragrant and lonely, quiet and peaceful. Love looks back on the old road, when the memory of the fragment fixed in your time, the fundus, heart will gush warm moved. The past period of time, is the pearl broken pearls, pure, a little bit of glittering. Is the flower withered petals, faint fragrance, charming remaining. I want to touch your blurred face and feel the long-lost tenderness walking through the cracks in the bones, affecting the slight trembling pain in the blood. Feelings stagnated in the calm of time, the wind is light, the mood is fluttering and dancing, and then, thousands of miles away.

When I was young, I thought that love was a transparent and glowing crystal, a little mysterious in the legend, solid and transparent, without impurities. After growing up, I found that love is a cocktail, sweet and sour, bitter and astringent, or sweet or soft. Everyone's taste is also different, there is always a suitable for their own, need to be reconciled with emotion, carefully tasting. There is a kind of love, feeling warm after the lonely, warm still, feeling lost in the boundless heaven and earth; as if the flowers after a season of wandering, flowers leisurely wind, for a long time has not retired the dark fragrance.

Today, brushing away the dust from my heart, sitting quietly in the serenity of time; a distant wisp of wind blowing, chasing the tenderness of thoughts. Once met, the first time to see the beauty of warmth, a cup of mellow past, full of poetic romance. That journey with you to accompany the world of mortals, looking back, warm my heart and eyes over the years. At that time, the appearance of love in my mind was simple and beautiful: not for romance, but for wholehearted treatment of each other. But did not think, a flower thing, can not wait for the spring warm, are pieces of war, turned into dust and sobs in the wind and cold.

Some people say that one of the most test is death, and the other is love. It can be seen that love is such an excruciating thing that it equates to the pain and depth of death. Suddenly one day found that not lost you, but lost love, lost the time and state of mind to have love. Some people say that you will meet two people in this life, one amazing time, one gentle years. In this life, I just want to have a gentle person to accompany me, watching the sunrise and sunset together, keeping the flowers blooming together, and living a simple and peaceful life, accompanied by the twilight of the world of mortals.

There is a kind of love that begins with a person's sweet words, and this kind of love is the most likely to fall, just like a season of flowers blooming for a short time, and the beautiful scenery has already passed away before it is warm. If dandelion-like light into another embrace. It takes a lifetime to forget someone who only takes one glance. Some things should be forgotten as soon as they turn around; for some people, there should be no reason to worry about them when they are separated.

A gorgeous fireworks, in the most enchanting moment in full bloom hurriedly scattered, leaving only remnants all over the ground. A season of flowers bloom, wither too early, early know that the flowering period is so short, will never go to this blooming agreement, just a distant appreciation, will not destroy the perfect scenery in the heart and eyes. Proper self-awakening doesn't have to hurt you so thoroughly. The fundus of love, there is no room for a grain of sand, is a flesh and blood body, how can withstand sharp wear. Yearning in the emotional purity, transparency, a drop of ink halo, dyed with all clear, can not wash away the dirt, can not go back to the original pure beauty.

Once a good memory, blurred can not see clearly, your appearance, twisted I can not recognize. You always say, I am impeccably perfect, I also know that I am still your favorite, I also believe what you say, I will be the only woman you really love in this life. So after suffering all the grievances, or choose to forgive, but also try to recover, hoping to return to the original feeling. After so many efforts, I understand that everything is futile, and it is difficult to forget those unintentional injuries. Your impression in my heart is more and more shallow, distant, an inevitable loss, just like the reincarnation of the four seasons, so naturally come and go, can not retain, can not be blocked.

Maybe we don't love each other deeply enough, the final result feels light, no sadness, no reluctance to give up. Or really hurt to be discouraged, those warm-hearted words, hit by a lie shattered. So to believe that the lover, personally buried their own good impression, I still have the courage to survive in the world, where to find your buried face. You love me so much that you will get lost. In this world, what else can be trusted? The grievances accumulated in my heart are always indigestible.

Long after the dreamy years of youth, we can still look forward to a prosperous love that puts down all the fetters and runs around the world regardless of everything. You, once so hard to chase all the way, do too much for me, let me move too deeply. In exchange for a never-closed heart to open for you, so as to put down the proud posture, opposite to you. I have declined so many affectionate confessions, but I can't refuse your warm persistence. I think your feelings are as clean and pure, as long-lasting. When you come because of the annoyance again and again torture the bottom line, only to understand those vowed words, frivolous, a gust of wind blew through, scattered. So fell into the most afraid of a situation, suffering, pain.

Fortunately, after a hard struggle, I finally came out. For a time, I hated you; hating you disrupted my peaceful life. You once said that my life is like lotus elegance, such as lotus Sujing, peaceful can not bear to disturb, just waiting for you from afar. Has also collected all kinds of favor, still hold the posture of stopping water to stand in the dust. But do not want, mistakenly into your city, trapped in your gentle indulgence; but it turns out that it is a havoc of fate.

Because of the inborn temperament, after several experiences and ups and downs, I can't make do with it at last. Perhaps he is wrong, the true meaning of love, once said to embrace the soul as the supreme truth, but the troubles of the world, the wind and rain, always ruthlessly cripple and wither a woman's mind like a flower. In the thick and light time, and put aside all the worries, the heart lives in the valley, do a morning dew moist orchid, lonely hidden, alone; and self-pity and self-love, do not cause dust, do not spend the spring.

Some people, a turn around, that is, the horizon is far away. In the world of mortals, if I run into you unexpectedly one day, I will meet you in the most free and natural manner. I hope you will also be calm in body and mind.

The past goes with the wind, light and far away; there is no injury, no pain, no sorrow, no joy; my posture is quiet and Enron. )

Author: Hua Xi Yan