In life, some lingering feelings, whether pure or noisy, have been given a taste of joy by the years. Some idle words, whether fresh or elegant, will always intoxicate the passing years and moisten the soft heart at a certain moment of looking back. In the dark, we follow the calling wind and finally meet again in the autumn full of fallen flowers. Our thoughts are in the world and our hearts are close. I believe that one meter of sunshine is the best distance between us.   

       The origin is poetry, the origin is painting. These chapters about time and memory will eventually be shelved by time outside the untouchable world of mortals. Once, you and I have been apart for many years, but in the wind, there is always a beauty that will meet us unexpectedly. A glass of glass, half a cup of joy, with that intoxicating tranquility, this fleeting time of walking quietly, will always be given a sense of joy and romance by the past.

       Perhaps, getting used to wearing commoner clothes without makeup makes you as pure as snow, does not like publicity, is not afraid of noise, keeps your own charm and quietness, builds fences and grows chrysanthemums in the half-acre of peachland in your heart, likes to be dependent on the mountains and rivers, talk to the flowing water, and let the fragrance of the ink of the words cling to it. Every corner of my heart also likes to sit in a corner of my free time, read a book without words, drink a cup of tea until it is tasteless, and cry when I read a story... My heart is stained with the fragrance of dust, and I don't need many tender words to say it. As long as I can remember it, it is a kind of warmth.

       Open the fence of memory again, take a pot of the past, and sit with the fleeting years. How deep the love is, how painful the heart is, the pity that cannot be touched, nourishing the sadness in the wind waving the sleeves, twisting a wisp of fragrance, watching three thousand glitz, going through the past, simple and elegant, studying a pool of ink The fragrance is planted between the eyebrows, and the encounter is like a dream. It has always been full of pious flawlessness. This October, I use my deep feelings to open up the paleness of words and my smart thoughts, passing through the windows of time and coming face to face. I have never left. Why have I disappeared from the prosperity and greenery of this world? Is it the ruthlessness of time, or is it the passage of time that makes everything pass by in a hurry and go to the far end of the world?

   I have always liked the quiet beauty of falling leaves, and dreamed of watching the clouds and the long sky with you one day. I said: I am old, the years have gone through many vicissitudes, and I have become accustomed to dancing alone in silence and sorrow. However, this gaze is destined to stay with me for the rest of my life! Maybe I will quietly accompany you to watch the long flow of life.

   An encounter with blooming flowers, how many silent watchings are quiet and beautiful? The reincarnation of a curtain of mist and rain, how many worlds of dependence have been fulfilled? At the end of the world in dreams, many people will eventually forget; many things will always follow the wind. Those late nights of sadness and sighing will still be touched by the sudden noise. My stars, moon, and blooming flowers were once quietly and carefully engraved, but they were gradually filtered out by the hourglass of time. The original prosperity.

       I know that you give those cares and warmth quietly. Now that you understand, why say more? ! Let this quiet beauty stay in your heart forever. Thank you for the grace you have given me over the years, and thank you for allowing me to pass through the four seasons of your life, and for accompanying me through this beautiful journey of mountains and rivers. It's beautiful to meet you. Just let me take a ride of calmness and tranquility. Holding a handful of water and moon in your hand, your clothes are filled with the fragrance of flowers from time to time. Shen Zheng wrote on the ferry where we met: Memories with you are really wonderful. The future is beautiful, let me laugh with you! How's that? In fact, love has already entered my heart, don't ask, the love is deep and the relationship is shallow; don't say, it's too late to meet. Meeting is already very beautiful, why do we need to ask about the marks of rain and the reasons for being together? I have always wanted to say to you: If time does not grow old, love will not change. If you are willing, I will put aside all my reservations, carry a plain heart of glass, and watch the most beautiful sunset haze with you quietly in my life.