"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and there is always spring in front of the diseased trees."
There is no hesitation in the delicate ink handwriting.
He whispered this poem in a low voice, suddenly remembered something, turned around and searched in the old and dusty bookcase, and found a book. Open it carefully and find a bookmark.
Jiang Jiluo raised the bookmark, looking through the afternoon sunlight and tree shades, as if yesterday was still before her eyes.
He seemed to understand.
I understood why this letter didn't say "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart." I also understood why he left without saying goodbye.
The vague answer was hidden in his mind.
They knew it, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Yes, I just lament that there is no fate.
Think about it, the metabolism of all things in the world is endless.
There will always be people who leave reluctantly, and they all meet strangers for the first time.
"Will we pass each other by, or will we find each other?"
If possible, I hope to meet you again.
See you again and say long time no see.
It's a pity that there is no if in this world.
We hate never to see each other again in this life.
Intention: All things in the world are undergoing metabolism and endless growth.