Meet

This article may be relatively dull, so this sentence is written first. Meeting the right person is the most wonderful thing in life. After encountering death, she traveled back to ten years ago. Discovered that this was not her world, some were the same, some were different. Therefore, you cannot be a prophet. I had a hard life in my previous life, and I hope to be idle in this life. Living in isolation is probably a good idea. However, I happened to meet someone. I don't think a person can experience death without leaving psychological traces, and this article will dwell on this. This is not a story from the heroine's first-person perspective, but I am a woman, and the heroine's surname is "Su". I try to avoid Su. The final result is a matter of opinion. The article is very short, forty-six thousand words. HE. Attached is a revised poem meet Meeting you is the most beautiful thing in this life If I meet you in summer, it must be the most beautiful encounter in my life. Perhaps it is under the green shade, with dense branches and leaves blocking the sun, and you are walking on the tree-lined road in mottled light. I met you under the metasequoia tree. Maybe it's by the pond, where the rippling water gives off a cool smell, and you sit on the stone with a mist of moisture. I met you by the flying reeds. Perhaps you are in a busy city, with the pouring rain washing the road, and you are jumping along the eaves of the roadside. I met you in front of the neon lights in the store. If I meet you in autumn, it must be the most beautiful encounter in my life. Maybe it was on the lawn, with the sounds of children playing and laughing echoing, and you avoiding a ball that missed the target. I met you in the middle of the grass. Perhaps in front of an ancient building, the mottled stone walls exude the atmosphere of time, and you are stroking the jagged stones and thinking. I met you in this quiet time. Perhaps you are wandering among the trees in the quiet suburbs, where fallen leaves form colorful oil paintings. I met you in the midst of all the falling flowers. If I meet you in winter, it must be the most beautiful encounter in my life. Maybe it's in a small cafe on the street, with three or two tables and chairs randomly placed, and you lean on the table and savor it slowly. I met you in the fragrant aroma of coffee. Perhaps you are sitting in an armchair with a book in a warm living room, surrounded by lazy cats in front of the fireplace. I met you amidst the crackling sound of firewood. Perhaps it was by the frozen river, where the vegetation was covered with layers of silver, and you stretched out your hand to pick off an ice prism. I met you in the dazzling snow. If I meet you in spring, it will definitely be the most beautiful encounter in my life. Perhaps in the first melting fields, with greenery decorating the brown soil, you take a wicker and weave it into a circle. I met you in the cool breeze. Perhaps deep in the alley paved with rough stones, the branches and vines of roses are wrapped around the fence next to them, and you are staring at the newly blooming flowers. I met you in the warm sunshine. Maybe it's in a theater with a wonderful performance, and the crowd is discussing the plot while you stand in a corner under the lights. I looked back among the chaotic crowd and met you. After meeting you, I can't help but hope that I can walk quietly and keep walking with you in this world. Intention: