Meet

Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, you happened to catch up, neither earlier nor later. There is nothing else to say, but to ask gently, "Oh, are you here?"

—— Zhang Ailing

Meeting is clearly a kind of fate, and it never needs a special appointment, and it contains profound Zen, which is doomed in the dark and released unexpectedly. It's like after a long winter, you can't find spring everywhere. However, on an unknown morning, you are lying in bed lazily, and your tired heart is nowhere to put. Suddenly, a ray of sunrise comes from the window, soft and warm, with a fresh breath on your face. You look out the window with joy. It seems that all the dead branches have sprouted green buds overnight, and suddenly, the spring is full of you. You are surprised to find that you met the long-sought spring so unexpectedly.

When you meet someone, it's so spontaneous and casual, just like a stroke of genius. There is no expectation, no need to look for it, and there is no script. Everything is a natural coincidence, but it is appropriate and natural.

The splendid chapter of life is filled with met lines of poetry everywhere. Every time we meet, our eyes meet, creating an unexpected spiritual collision. Crackle, everything has not had time to carefully understand, it has been settled. Rolling in the world of mortals, the vast sea of people, who is whose passer-by? Who is whose scenery? Who lit the earthly feelings quietly? Who fills the cups with poetic years?

once you pass by, you are a stranger at hand, once you meet, you are far away. A face-to-face meeting will open the title page of a story, which is a long and wonderful streamer. Such a story may be long, short, vigorous or silent. Just as maple leaves dance shyly when they meet autumn, paper kites can fly freely when they meet spring breeze. What should happen will happen, even if the story is not perfect. Life is not perfect, and it has already been mixed with too many blanks and broken chapters. It is a beautiful supplement and embellishment to meet one by one and express a period of fleeting time.

Behind the meeting, there are actually a pair of concerned eyes. Some eyes, erratic, are like clouds; Some eyes, a glimpse, reminisce about life; Some eyes, once you look at them, are forgotten, just like meteors; Some eyes, at first sight, are haunted by dreams.

if you meet the right person at the right time, you are destined to meet a spring flower. This kind of meeting, without labels, is full of the most suitable temperature, blooming white lotus in each other's hearts. No matter when and where, they can always be soul mates, and the tacit understanding is like the sum of the piano and the harp. Such an encounter is just like a poem falling into the dust in the sky, which is extremely graceful, such as dancing notes, composing a song lightly and solo a complete life movement.

Every time I meet white snow in winter, it always arouses my strange feelings. Snow, just like that, came quietly, caught my eyes quietly, and then walked quietly, leaving a peaceful and beautiful landscape in the monotonous winter; Snow, low-key, unpretentious, noble and crystal clear, buried all the filth in the world; Snow, with its broad mind, put all humble creatures under its protection and spent the most difficult time; Snow, not afraid of arrogance, would rather melt itself, but also maintain proudly purity ...

Walking on the journey of life, I look at the world, and I know that the world is also looking at me. I pay attention to everyone I want to meet with my eyes, and I know that there will be eyes that want to meet me. Whenever I happen to meet someone as noble as snow at the right time, this encounter at first sight has made my most touching legend. I will cherish this * * * time, and keep this * * * story quietly, not asking for short length, but hoping for substantial content. Then, quietly wandering in the memory, waiting for the sunset to cover the western sky and waiting for the stars to accompany the moon.

I know very well that I am an emotional person, and emotional people are most afraid of leaving. Since we met, why should we part? Even if we can't wait until the end of time, we can watch each other from a distance. Because distance has never been a problem, the helplessness lies in the vicissitudes of life separated in the middle. When we meet, we should clear all distractions, let the whole world bloom silently, let the whole fleeting wind pass without trace, as long as each other's world has been here, it will be enough without regret.

A touch of meeting, looking back on a legend, sitting on an inch of happiness. After all, being alive is a miracle in itself, and meeting each other in the world of mortals is a great legend.

Meeting makes time beautiful

Grateful for all the fate in the world, the moment when eyes meet, it is worth thousands of warmth. Meet, enrich the text; Decorate the color of life; Poems that have perfected life are the pure beauty given by time, which bloom the most beautiful flowers in the depths of the soul and fragrance the journey of life.

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In winter nights, it always gives birth to a little coolness, sitting alone in front of the window and letting your mind dance with the snowflakes. Looking back in solitude, the road I have traveled is still a landscape that can't be erased in my life, just like the one I didn't agree with you. Although the season is getting farther and farther away, I often sing softly at the midnight dream, swaying the loneliness of this season. Maybe a lot of things are like sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch them.

The story of meeting is written in the poem, like a beautiful paragraph, blooming in a corner of the soul, rendering the once gentleness. Dip in a wisp of ink, walk at the end of the pen with the rhythm of no regrets, and the tender feelings spread between the lines. A heart, such as ink and wash; A touch of tenderness, and the years are slightly drunk. The soft waves in the corner of my eye reflect the little smile between your eyebrows; Your tenderness like water overflows my heart. I miss you in a corner, draw a floating world with you, watch the distant mountains smile, watch the drizzle moisten the lotus, play a song of mountain water, accompany the notes of knowing each other, and keep the words in ink and blue, so as to melt the warm thoughts into the shallow time, and the scenery we walked together is clear and clear, as if we first met.

There have been days when I haven't seen Sanqiu for a long time, and there have been times when I have been nostalgic for a glimpse. I can reach out and hold a deep warmth, write a poem for you, and smell ink on the paper, but you are no longer in the dim light. Under the eaves of the world, there are stories of how many people come and go. The first drops, if flying catkins fall in the bottom of my heart, are the loneliness of the midnight dream. Looking back on the past, there is always a feeling that has amazed the years; There is always a person who has been gentle with time. Meeting is the faint fragrance of the light years, and missing it is the melancholy that stops at the bottom of my heart. Those memorable past, but in a blooming time, the way to each other's bloom.

I always want to find a sunny and warm morning, walk in the morning breeze, and send you the collected flowers and dew. If you receive it, it will be a clear water to cleanse your heart. If every encounter in my life is the leading edge of accumulation, then I am willing to wade through mountains and rivers and write the smile on my lips into your poem, so as to prolong my tender feelings indefinitely; If all the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation, then I am willing to touch my heart, lean on the warmth of a window like water, and stand as an eternal flower for you, not to let you see how gorgeous I am, but only for you to remember, with my past lives.

If meeting is destined to be missed, how can I remember your appearance in a hurry to comfort your loneliness after leaving? If the endings of all stories can be changed by the years, how can I copy the past into a blooming appearance with pious attachment, so that those thoughts about you can linger in my soul for a lifetime? In this world, when there is a full moon, there will be joys and sorrows. Along the way, we repeatedly wait, meet and leave, taste the loneliness in the earthly wind, and are also excited by the joy of the first encounter, always hoping that time can stay at some beautiful moments. However, time is still wandering, without a moment's stay.

In fleeting stories, some dreams wake up when you are doing it. Some feelings, love and love will fade; Some people, followed by lost. A road, deep and shallow; A heart is tired when it comes and goes. Is it possible to wait until the years have passed, and all the unforgettable memories can be laughed off? Was it that China was no longer rich, and all the mistakes could be scattered with the clouds? Perhaps we will not be willing to take off the world of mortals until we have enjoyed all kinds of scenery, count the flowing water and falling flowers in plain days, get used to the on-off and on-off of this world with a happy-go-lucky attitude, and begin to learn to embrace the happiness in front of us.

lin xi once said, "We are all passers-by in a snowy night. Because of the encounter friction, we melted the snowflakes on each other's shoulders, and then because of their different routes, they became farther and farther apart, and the snowflakes covered our shoulders again." Ending and leaving are destined to be the eternal theme of life. A corner of the world of mortals, a half-life misty rain, how many feelings of the world of mortals are left behind, perhaps, some love is only suitable for collection; Some people, only suitable for remembering, always have to go through some pain in life to make us unforgettable; Years, always leave some traces to prove that we have walked, and life is complete only after experience. However, how brave you have to be to say goodbye gently; How free and easy it is to smile and cherish.

a wisp of wind will bring years of sadness; A tune will make ripples in the heart lake. It's so cold this winter that some words that I can't tell you seem to have been frozen in the air. Perhaps, there is such a sad corner hidden in everyone's heart; In everyone's heart, there will be a memory that belongs only to him, the sadness of a falling flower or the beauty of a flowing cloud, which is the other side that others can't touch or reach. Some roads in life, even if they are lonely, will eventually go on alone, even if they are lonely again, they will enter the play alone in their own space.

whose eyes have stayed in whose heart? Who has played with whom? There is a regret that I once loved; There is a kind of forgetting that the past is dusty, with a fragrant memory, and saying "treasure". Even though there are countless stops in life, it has warmed the pace of progress. Looking back, it is also the most beautiful scenery in life. Holding a ray of years of smiling, sketching the past with a simple heart and pen, let the heart be bright and beautiful, spread around the corner of time, be happy to meet each other, be relieved to leave each time, not to say sadness, not to say sadness and joy, and if you can remember it with a smile after many years, it will be the most beautiful.

the scenery of life is thousands of millions, and it is unusual to gather and disperse; There are thousands of roads in the world, and sometimes, when you are on and off, you can hold a free and easy one lightly and let go of a relief. After the vicissitudes of life, it is calm, and after the melancholy, it is strong. As long as there is a warm heart, there will be warmth in winter and a cool season, and we must learn to cherish the warmth of the sun. Pull a light cloud past, find a touch of sunshine to store strength, there is a feeling that people are as light as chrysanthemums, and there is a life called happiness with fate. Sorting out the dusty mood, soothing the tired mind, and looking forward to the smooth and smooth time, the boat is more secluded when passing through the water, the clouds are bluer when passing through the sky, and the scenery is secluded, and you can still find the smile of flowers everywhere.

the beauty of life lies in the touch of inadvertently harvesting. The petals of all memories, those beautiful times that have been waiting for me for a period of time and accompanied me to interpret tenderness, still spread at the fingertips with faint fragrance. Like music, the strings of the heart fluctuate, accompanied by years of reincarnation, accompanied by earthly joys and sorrows, flowing between the hearts. If memory is an old book, some plots can only be fragrant after precipitation.

One day, the pain and joy of the past will turn into the same color, leaving only a calm heart to run over the fulcrum of the soul and stand forever. Washing away the lead flower is a realm of life as light as water; It is the tranquility after prosperity; It is clear away from the noise. On the world of mortals, pick up the poetic heart of words, listen to the whispers of years, write past feelings between the lines, embrace a kind heart, follow the tireless pace of life, write a curtain of plain poetry into life, and play a poem with flying fingertips. I believe someone will understand, understand my loneliness on a cold night, and understand the faint sadness in my words.

A journey of mountains and rivers, a treasure, a fleeting alley, and a series of encounters constitute the richness of life, enchanting the lines of words and decorating the lasting and eternal beauty of life. Back to the beginning of the story, how many familiar figures are looming in the silhouette of time; How many warm feelings, in the passage of time, at arm's length. The flowers in the palm of your hand ripple in the heart of the lake, always telling the past in the depths of time.

In the scenery I walked through, I was never alone with you. In my scattered old days, you were with me, and it was sunny for me. Even though the years have faded, even though the time is old, the once prosperous remains in the depths of memory. Remember those regretless efforts in our lives, cherish the touch that we have carried along all the way, let the warmth we have walked together spread without boundaries in our memories, and even though it is melancholy, there will be some sadness, but I believe that the collected emotions are opened in the depths of the soul.

Meeting

How many touching encounters will there be in our life?

It was a sunny weekend. I started the car according to the plan I had promised my children. We were going to travel to the countryside in southwest Shandong. The children who are studying in junior high school should complete an investigation task assigned by the teacher: to investigate a remote village, and then write an investigation composition. I said to my children, let's go to southwest Shandong, which is our hometown. For the local customs there, my father is qualified to be a tour guide.

from Jinan to the southwest of Shandong, there are newly opened expressways and 22 national highways. I chose the national highway, and I think I can take a relaxing trip to introduce my son to the rural scenery along the way. My son is dancing in the car for a semester. He hasn't been out of the city yet. When the natural scenery is full of fields, he is very excited.

When I arrived at Dangjiazhuang in the southwest suburb of Jinan, I saw a middle-aged man with luggage on his back waving to a coach pulling goods. The coach didn't stop. This is a prison. I guess this man must be a man who has been released from prison and wants to go home. My son and I were alone in my car, so I gave him a ride. I stopped the car. He was surprised to see the car parked in front of him. I asked him: Where are you going? He said: Go to Liangshan. Just on the way, I said, "Come on up." He looked at me shyly, hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't have the money to take a taxi." I smiled. I said, "My car is not a taxi. I don't want your money. I'll take you on the way."

he got on the bus with a thousand thanks. The car sped on the undulating mountain road, the outline of the city gradually faded away, and villages scattered on the hillside swept the window.

"I haven't left that yard for ten years." He couldn't hide his excitement and told me emotionally.

I said, "It's good to get out. When you get home, have a good life."

"I don't know what's going on at home yet."

"Has no one from your family visited you in ten years?"

"No, I just brought something. I guess my wife and children may.