If she were in this life
Guo Shiqi, Class of 2013, w88 casino of Finance
Do you miss the red beans from the South?
The freezing temperature in the North has gradually subsided, and the slightly cold spring breeze has carried the love of fists and fists for thousands of miles, kissing all over the streets and alleys of the capital. Who would have thought that the top of the Forbidden City, the charm of the moonlight, and the coolness in the wind are all made up of the embrace, caress, and eyebrows of so many lovers, one after another, one after another, gathering together, staying together. At this moment, standing in the wind, letting the wind pass through my nose and escape my fingertips, I think how much of your tenderness will be in it.
The first birth of spring water is not as good as the smile in your eyes. When Baoyu first met Qian'er, he said, "I have seen this sister before." Between the words, the feeling of surprise and joy can be clearly expressed. As for you, although I have not met you in my previous life, I am fortunate to meet you in this life. I still remember you, you were so touching and emotional at that time. The body is dressed in light green, and the eyebrows are hung with smoke, which is better than a masterpiece, and the beauty is delicious. The eyes are affectionate but not stern, the body is delicate but not sick, and the dragonfly touches the water just right. I thought to myself: If I could get to know such a charming and suave person, how lucky I would be in my lifetime. Indeed, God favors me and I am lucky. Lucky thing, I think, is just watching you smile quietly. Do you know that when you smile, the sky can be clear, the clouds can disperse, and the sun can shine on your shoulders; but have you ever known why your smile is faintly sad? What do you have to worry about? The sun is so bright, why do you add your brightness to your sadness? You don't have to bear those heavy worries. Please open up. I'm willing to bear some of them.
The spring forest is in full bloom, how can I be a kinder and understanding person than you. People say that daughters are flesh and blood made of water. It is true that you are also transformed from water, but you are actually a handful of water with many emotions, or perhaps water made of thoughts! You ask me why I describe you like this, then please listen to me. Under the Qinggeng Peak of Wuji Cliff in Dahuang Mountain, there is an abandoned stone, which calls itself a fool. With the help of monks and Taoists, it travels to the glory of the world. I am not trying to retell that fantastic story with you, I am just like that stupid thing, passing through your world in surprise. But a fool is still a fool, dull as stone. There are inevitably many shortcomings in words, deeds and emotions, and things that are not taken into consideration are taken for granted without even realizing it. However, every time this happens, you can always "spare my life", you can always be considerate, and you can always melt the ice and snow. I think that after passing through your world, there will be many spring flowers blooming. I am blessed in this life and have nothing to give in return. I can only embrace you and wish you peace of mind.
The spring breeze is ten miles away, but it is not as soft as you. The wind in March and April is the most pleasant; among millions of people, you are the most tender. I see the clouds of your past in your eyes. I didn't have any grudges, all I had in my arms was the pity of loss. Your tenderness is both your spear and your shield. You are not hard-hearted, but you never forget. Isn't this where your gravity lies? And those who are determined to give up are not emotionally weak people? We enjoy emotions, and we are reeds that can think. The emotions that we think about cannot be broken off easily. The wind passes without leaving a trace, and gentleness cannot remain. That is the sadness of the wind. Your tenderness is continuous. (Except when you bite my finger, of course)
I have walked many winding roads, crossed many bridges in my hometown, and seen many different clouds, but I have never remembered their appearance. However, among thousands of people, I met the person I wanted to meet. In millions of years, in the vast wilderness of time, we are not a step early, not a second late, we just happen to catch up, what should I say? I have nothing else to say except, "Oh, you're here too?"
Then how should I describe meeting you?
When I met you, I became very low, all the way down to the dust, but my heart was happy, and a flower blossomed there.
You might as well ask again: Why is it you?
What should I answer?
Love doesn’t know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
To the beauty
Written in Huiyuan on March 12, 2016
