I thought the butterfly couldn't fly over the sea, but I thought the butterfly didn't have the courage to fly over the sea. It was many years later that I discovered that it wasn't the butterfly that couldn't fly over the sea, but the other end of the sea that had no waiting for it..
(a) cardamom in that year, who made the promise of heaven and earth
As soon as possible, such as beautiful flower, Homecoming, some things, a turn is a lifetime.. When we were young, we gave up, thinking that it was just a relationship. Later, we realized that it was actually a lifetime.. I am still waiting for you in the same place, and you may have forgotten to be here long ago..
"Give me a moment, dote on you. Give me a lifetime, send you away. "Do you remember, this oath once you also said to me in the month before the flower? Perhaps, my meeting with you is just like butterfly and Cang My Aunt's Sea. It has always been shallow, but deep, the original talk of everlasting, but just like a play.
That I, snow-white Higanbana unbridled to open at your feet, you walked with a red bamboo umbrella, gazing across the forget sichuan; Lycoris radiata spread to the other side of Forgetful Sichuan, enchanting elegance. I wore worldly clothes and passed by the Sansheng Stone. I looked back at it carelessly and never forgot it again.. The long waiting time in inside, how many seasons have slipped quietly, has long been forgotten.. All I remember is that you are on the other side and I am on this side. Once we meet, once we see like for a thousand years, our first appearance is like a drop of ink stained with time. Dropping into clear water, it instantly condenses into a sea that has been lingering for thousands of years..
On that day, you passed through Little Bridge and did not intend to pass through Chai Fei who tapped me.. Mottled wood The Wall, green leaves have quietly diffuse, time, has been diffuse over the eyebrow bend, a long time. You smile and ask, where is the grass to feed your white horse, I walked out of the door, smile refers to the grass paved courtyard is enough. Do you lift your eyes and smile, or is that enough?. That smile, so obsessively, entered my heart and landed in my city..
When I walked around the ground lightly, the emotional ripples that sank deep in my heart disturbed my meditation time..
At that time, we were in the youth of As Young As You Feel. We were in a happy time, such as the warm sunshine in March, so warm, so warm.. I don't care if you don't care about me, as long as I live in my city, it is enough. I believe that time is quiet and beautiful. As long as I am willing to work hard, as long as I am willing to give up Custody and give you everything without reservation, I will put a smile on your face in my city..
You said, after that mountain, and These Thousand Hills prosperous Vientiane, if one day want to go out to drift how to do. I said, I don't go much, I don't know the world of mortals confusion, but as long as you want to go, is to sell the old house, what's the matter? You said, LuHan's Fans (Reed) shore, strangers in a hurry. The silence of that life makes you tired of drifting.. I said, white dew is frost, time is long.. This meeting will make you like berthing.. The butterfly you want cannot fly beyond the boundless sea.. I said, butterfly can't fly to the sea, I will become your wings and accompany you to the other side of the sea..
At that time, two people, one city, felt distressed all their lives..
The door to happiness that you once opened for me at the edge of the other shore is now tightly closed and the gap inside is filled with the floating dust of the years..
(2) no matter how the whole city, also is worth but flat time
In the early winter afternoon, warm sunshine and quiet overflowed the time and fell on everyone deeply hurt by love.. I leaned against the bamboo chair and suddenly remembered you. I played with my cell phone and looked for traces of my past. The light time passed through One meter sunshine in the thin clouds of October.. The bell rang softly and a neat line of handwriting appeared on the screen. "I've been fine lately."? "Just like your greeting in those days, you are concerned as before, with faint traces of love permeating.. Heart ripples in an instant, billows, wet all over the place of smoke and rain.
The flashiness of the past is reflected in the memory of inside, inside, and Exhalation, who turned around in those days.. However, the mood that once surged up at the thought of you is now calm, and missing can be easily shaken off by time.. The days when I was thinking about it, the days when I used to feel uncomfortable, miss and wait for The Green Youth, have become so far away..
Remember, at first, when I couldn't see you, inside, "No Demon, No Survival" was the outline of my life.. At that time, the figure of his discomfiture can be seen everywhere, and the dreams he had at that time always made people burst into tears.. In this way, there is no place to place the start of the waiting, waiting for many years later, Other shore flower, and you have turned back. It is customary to use a pencil to write down the broken thoughts about you wrapped in time on a blank sheet of paper, so as to forget the sadness you have given, the darkness of this world, and the shudders left in your own world of inside after you left..
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.. Waiting is the first aging of one's life.. In the long years of waiting, it gradually became clear that the story that I thought I would not finish had already prepared the ending of The?things?are?still?there?,?but?men?are?no?more?the?same?ones?.. I used to think that the youth that won't leave the scene will only be filled with farewell words..I used to think that you, who are so important, can be calm and only put in memory.. Butterfly cannot fly over the sea, memory cannot wash over time, as long as you no longer want it, dare to try to put it down, there is nothing hard to pass, just can't go back.
Said many years of waiting, in the moment we turned around, no longer goodbye. Who gave himself an excuse for the spring flowers to bloom, and let me fold my thoughts. In that season, the wind was messy.? Who is it that makes the world that should have been silent colorful and then makes it wither like death?? Who said in the lonely season of The Cranes Are Flying that in the moment of Other shore flower, I would be a fallen city?
However, after all, you are not in my world, and the strings you pluck do not have my voice..
It turns out that no matter how the love of the whole city, if not, it is also worth the insipid fleeting time..
I'm fine, I just miss, miss you no longer miss.
(3) butterfly flying but the sea, why partial obsession
I want to ask you, will you feel lonely in the early winter alone?? If I look back, are you still there?
You say, I'm listening.
When you turn to Caetuna, everything actually has the answer already.. Maybe we can go back to the past, but we can never go back to the beginning..宏海国际
Now, I am the only one wandering, looking for once strong. Although a person's fireworks are inevitably thin and cool, there is warm sunshine, and the fragrance of spring flowers in the coming year will spread warmth from the bottom of my heart.. Even if it is so warm, it is still not warm enough to penetrate the coldness in the depths of each season, and I can still smile calmly..
All kinds of memories, whether sadness or joy, which are washed away in the bottom of my heart, are hidden in the bottom of my heart and buried together with this season.. Just like the phoenix tree of that year, now there are yellowed leaves that fall lightly on the green tiles, and mud and dust fall with the years..
If life is only the first sight, perhaps no one can see the regret of the ending. It is just predestination.. Some people have certain things that are destined to be remembered only.. Just as some people are destined to wait for others, others are destined to be waited for..
The butterfly cannot fly over the sea.. The long-awaited figure on the other side of the sea is long gone, and the long-awaited dream is just a dream that is swaying again and again and is beyond reach. whoever is persistent, who is at a loss, who is serious, will end up black and blue..
We are just a tiny passer-by on the world of mortals, gathering joy or sorrow, walking quietly and leaving quietly.. Just waiting to condense the century-old worries into an eternal gathering.. (责任编辑：admin)