I have been appreciation such a kind of love: there is not much vigorous, and some are constantly a feeling like flowing water; there is not much vowed Mountain All the month, some are the tacit understanding of the shallow wave, such as "." The hand of the child, the old man, "in a strange crowd, in the lost and 彷徨, you are always peaceful - because you know, you have a pair of your hands, they Hold you tightly, accompany you through all the cloudy days and all the sunny days, until forever.
In our ordinary life, there is no so many Qiong Yao's first love, there is not so much sweet and tearful, painful to lascal cracking love story: In Baizhang Hong dust, we play itself, some flat ordinary life and death Dead ordinary people. So we cherish love, cherish the face, not thrilling.
In this love story, the male owner and the hostess are not necessarily to be loved at first, and they may be like a stranger. Like the most normal friends, they will only say a greeting, smile, then far away go with. One day, in the twilight, you suddenly discovered that her back is so fascinated; a kind of pity is so unhappy, you don't know, unconsciously, habit She has already entered your life, so you started a beautiful love.
Love is beautiful, although your love or is not moving; people in love are beautiful, although you or are very ordinary. Shu Ting portrayed such a scenery: on the street, a serene old woman and a calmly old man smiled, from different directions, close, walking; then smiling, standing in the nose, hands, hands Tightly, the sun behind the west, dyed their hair and smile into a warm yellow. People next to them are dyed by their happiness into a warmth.
At first, you are still suspicious of this kind of love, because it is not as perfect as the original imagination, that is fine, so romantic. That is just a feeling of faint, there is no big sadness, no nine hundred and nine roses have no soul to break the blue bridge - just a kind of hand holding hands and walks. They said that marriage is a besieged city, I want to come in; and you will take your hand like this, and I will walk into the surrounding city like this, support each other, and take a lot of landscapes. So many years, recalling all ordinary pieces, all have complained that the time that has been suspected is actually the most warm chapter in life; all the faint days, actually like "empty mountain", lightweight Long.
Hold the hand, and the old man. This is a pair of side by side, and the rise of the sun is rising. The feeling of the sun is falling; it is a feeling of changing the sky. It is a feeling of witnessing the years and witnessing the feelings.
They said that time can dilute everything, but there is always something that is long-lasting day. Heaven is better than the wing, on the ground, there is always a kind of love, it is like the mountains, as deep as the sea, like the sky is the same. When I ran, you looked at the rain in the station, your mood was unhaneous. At this time, it reached a umbrella, covering a flying rain and dark sky; you don't have to look back, you know that as the mountain is like a blue sky, he is standing next to you, there is a kind of The extremely warm and very practical feelings are in the heart: Shining let it fly, let it make it dark, then you have an umbrella, and your mood is also sunny.
They say that time can make everything on dust, but there is always a long time. In your hand, all life, all splendid or non-splendid days have become new and bright. Time it is always going to go, when you look back, you are still full of dust; you are still willing to blind your eyes, don't retain your hands to the lover of the life world ... Hold your hand, with The child is old. When you cry, someone will accompany you, listen to you, tell you the messy hair and 容, tell you that tomorrow is still sunny; when you smile bright, the whole world is charming with you, and He stood quietly, smiling and looking at you and the sun is generally splendid ...
Hold the hand, and the old man. This is a landscape that two people stand up in the sky. As two separate big trees, you put together a side of the sky, the branches are placed under the blue sky, and the roots are supported under the ground. The wind is also striking, the rain is also awkward, the hand of the child, every moment is so beautiful, every moment is a moving love poem, every moment is worth going to remember all the time ...
Maybe it's not afraid, just hit your hand tightly, don't say anything, slowly accompany you through this life, come to the world.
