You Stayed for Me, I Await You
Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, the splendid spring has stood at the crossroads of time, waving goodbye to the countless things it has touched, and fading into the distance of the world. A series of flower blooms have also ended with the departure of spring, and the wind rustled the leaves of a new growth of foliage, tiny fruits peeked out with fluffy little faces, and the leafy branches cast shadows on the ground. Finally, a petal fell from the tip of the branch, silently and without disturbing the newly born fruits, nor did it alert anyone, lying calmly in the shade, appearing serene, composed, and yet charming.
At this time, who knows what the falling petals are thinking? From the high branches, they fell to the insignificant grass edges, from the fragrant, dripping blossoms, they became indistinguishable from withered leaves, waiting for the sun and rain to transform them into a handful of soil. Having experienced such a drastic contrast, what feelings would they have? Would they be resentful and regretful, or would they accept their fate without complaint? Judging from their calm demeanor, they seemed to have no regrets, accepting everything willingly. Those petals didn’t boast when they bloomed, nor did they bow down when they withered; everything they did was for a sense of responsibility, for an understanding, perhaps this is the most touching love in the world, like a lover's blood-flowing affection, born from understanding, an enduring love.
Walking through the flower-strewn shade, living in the mundane of the world, searching for moments that warm the heart, it turns out that just like ‘searching for her among a hundred strands of hair, finally seeing her at the lamplight’, and the love in one’s heart, it can soften one’s heart and warm one’s life. A heart, often full and abundant because of love, reflects the shadow of the other in its lake, and echoes the voice of the other. A glance, a hand-holding, a hug, can warm the hearts of those who have dried up in the dust of the world. Even if it takes a lifetime to wait, it can nourish the time that you have. A person’s loneliness needs the companionship of two, even if you meet late, I only wish that the rest of my life will be with you. From now on, we will walk hand in hand along the red dust roads, contemplate the true meaning of life. To see the warm breeze of early summer blow white the dandelion’s yellow flowers, a row of white, fluffy flowers formed a different landscape. Kneeling down, picking a different ‘firework’, hands clasped in prayer, sincerely reciting the star wishes, wanting to pour all my longing into the flowers, coloring them with the same color as my heart. Taking a deep breath and blowing hard, letting a series of white umbrellas carry the seeds of hope blown away by the wind, watching those drifting white umbrellas, hoping they can fly across mountains and rivers, fall to the city where you are, to invite you and me to jointly celebrate a dandelion agreement.
Early summer tales, the lotus pond has also gradually become fuller, piece by piece of green lotus leaves fluttered in the wind, spreading out like circles, the newly emerged lotus was like a green conductor, staging a simple and elegant lotus moon scene. Perhaps due to the reasons of aging, I gradually liked quiet and contemplation, liking to read and think in the green, giving my soul to nature, sincerely listening to every floral tale, and sincerely expressing my heartfelt affection. I like to be like a lotus, not to show off, not to argue, quietly appreciate. Of course, I always cherish the love and beauty I yearn for and pursue, and it has been maintained throughout my life, and it is a drop of crimson blood integrated into my life.
Time has brought us into the embrace of summer, and in the summer breeze, I picked up a few fallen spring flowers, and put the petals into a piece of white paper, and infused the fragrant words with the scent of old times. Flowers are art, flowers are poetry, those elegant words, stained with the fragrance of time, a lifetime of love is full of fragrance. Sitting by the window, body and soul are connected with plants and trees, and accompany the moon and the wind, in the moonlit night, listen to the wind gently blowing from the side of the alley, shaking the wind chimes on the eaves, that tinkling sound is like a beautiful night song. Listening to listening, the quiet residence in the heart’s memory, with the sound of the wind, extends to the night city of the mountain town, if you hear it, please follow the road of longing, in the accompaniment of the wind chimes, come. When the wind stops, the sound stops, a graceful woman, with a full head of blooming flowers, stood silently at the window, it turned out she was not a passerby, but myself, the wind and rain of my long-yearned-for dreams.
Through mutual glances across the windows, a deep gaze penetrated the hearts, even without words, it warmed the hearts of each other. But when we bowed our heads to greet each other, you smiled with a serene smile, disappearing into the moonlight, and the wind rang the bell, it was just a dream. In the moonlit summer night, flipping through the lotus flowers in the collection of poems, those elegant words, stained with the fragrance of time, a lifetime of love is full of fragrance. The wind and rain, over decades, witnessed countless scenes, and always learned, always hoped, always guarded the beautiful life in the dust of the world. This is the most beautiful love, just a quiet, soft, and quiet affection. It is only regrettable that we are all people who can’t grasp time, a turn of the body is a season, it’s too fast, the drifting willow flowers, have brought the green and full summer, and so on, walking through the red dust roads, and seeing the beautiful scenery, it's a beautiful life.
Meeting your gaze across the windows, deep and knowing, even if unspoken, it warms the heart. But when we bow our heads to greet each other, you smiled with a serene smile, disappearing into the moonlight, and the wind rang the bell, it was just a dream. In the moonlit summer night, flipping through the lotus flowers in the collection of poems, those elegant words, stained with the fragrance of time, a lifetime of love is full of fragrance. The wind and rain, over decades, witnessed countless scenes, and always learned, always hoped, always guarded the beautiful life in the dust of the world. This is the most beautiful love, just a quiet, soft, and quiet affection. It is only regrettable that we are all people who can’t grasp time, a turn of the body is a season, it’s too fast, the drifting willow flowers, have brought the green and full summer, and so on, walking through the red dust roads, and seeing the beautiful scenery, it's a beautiful life.
I would like to become a grain of sand, and linger with you until the end of the world. If you are unable to sleep, I will have no dreams, if you are waiting for me, I will always wait for you.
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