[Net text] Zhizi's hand

I have always enjoyed such a kind of love: there are not too many vigorous and thrilling things, some of which are as continuous as the water; there are not too many vows of the past month, some are relatively wordless eyes like the flow of tacit understanding ...... This is a kind of feeling of "holding the hand and getting old". In a strange crowd, you are lost and confused, you are always peaceful and calm-because, you know, there is a pair of your hands in the dark, they hold you tightly, walk you through all the Yin and all the sun, for the whole of life.

In our ordinary life, we didn't have to fall in love at first sight with so many qionao styles. There aren't so many sweet and tearful love stories: In the red sun, we play our own role, ordinary people who are born and dead. Therefore, we cherish love and our on-going and unthrilling feelings.

In such a love story, the male and the heroine may not necessarily fall in love at first sight. At first, they may pass by like strangers, just like the most common friends, just say hello to each other, smile, and go. One day later, in the twilight, you suddenly found that her back was so exciting for you; a kind of pity that made you feel bad, you accidentally hit you, you discovered that, without knowing it, you were used to passing through her life, and you started a beautiful love.

Love is beautiful, although your love is not touching; people in love are beautiful, even though you are ordinary. Shu Ting depicts a landscape like this: on the street, a peaceful old woman smiled and approached face to face with a calm old man in different directions. Then she smiled, the nose was standing against the nose and his hands tied together. The sun in the west behind them turned their hair and smile into a warm yellow, and the people beside them were turned warm by their happiness.

At first you are still skeptical about this kind of love, because it is not as perfect, as exquisite, as romantic as it was originally imagined. It's just a faint feeling, no big happiness, no big sorrow, no nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, no soul-blue bridge-just a feeling of holding hands and walking side by side. They said that marriage was a besieged city, and they wanted to come in and think about it; And you held your hands in this way, and then walked into the besieged city in a frank manner, supporting each other, take so many days without touching a series of scenery. After so many years of recollection, all the ordinary fragments, all the time that has complained and been suspected, are actually the most warm chapter in life; all the faint days, in fact, it is as long as the "kongshan lingyu.

Stick the hand of the child, and the child is old. This is a feeling of standing side by side, staring at the rise of the Sun and the fall of the sun; it is a feeling of changing the sky.

They said that time can dilute everything, but there are always some things that are so bad. There is always a kind of love like mountains, as deep as the sea, and as broad as the sky. When it rains, you look at the rain line at the station, your mood is helpless. At this moment, I stretched out an umbrella to cover the rain and dark sky. You don't have to look back and know that he is standing next to you like a sea or a blue sky, there is a very warm and extremely steadfast feeling that comes to my mind: Let the rain fly, let it dark, then you have an umbrella, your mood is also shining.

They say time can make everything dusty, but there is always something new. In your hands, all life, all bright or not bright days have become brand new and bright. Time is always on its way, and when you look back, it seems like it is full of dirt; but you are still willing to cover your eyes and give your hands to this new lover without reservation ......

Stick the hand of the child, and the child is old. When you cry, someone will be sad with you, listen to you, smooth out the messy hair and look awkward for you, and tell you that tomorrow is still bright; when you smile brightly, the whole world is shining with you, while he quietly stood by and smiled at you and looked at you with a bright sunshine ......

Stick the hand of the child, and the child is old. This is a landscape of two people holding up one side of the sky, like two independent trees. You hold up one side of the sky together, with branches under the blue sky, and the roots supporting each other under the ground. The wind, the frost, the rain, the snow, the hand of the sub-stick, every moment is so beautiful, every moment is a touching love poem, every moment is worth all the time ......

-- Maybe you don't remember it, just holding your hand tightly, saying nothing, slowly walk you through this life and this world, and then come to the next life ......