I have always been glad that I met her that autumn, and I am also very happy that after many years, she is still the same person, like a mighty river, throwing herself into the sea.
Whenever I see her face gazing at the setting sun, I am glad that the person looking at it is not someone else but me, a homeless and penniless "tramp". After so many years, I would occasionally raise my head in the evening and accidentally see the glow of the western sky, and I would flash back to that profile of a face that was so focused and focused that it would make people dream after just one glance.
I will miss those days spent with her, those mornings when dew condensed on the windows, those blissful nights, those moments when I was struck by inspiration and my heart was agitated. Those days that resonate with the heaven and earth and harmonize with the years are destined to condense into warm amber, quietly shining in the long river of life.
It was she who made me realize that there is still a completely different version of myself hidden in me, and that there is a completely different path extending in the world, a way to become a better self.
Intention: This feeling can be remembered