Water is invisible, but great love is tangible.

Colorless and tasteless to water, and gorgeous and sweet to love.

Although there is no intersection, there is a lot of intersection.

Clear water is tasteless and tasteless, and love is bitter and sweet.

It's just that the people who taste it are different and the mood is different, so the taste is not the same.

Therefore, it is said:

The water is tasteless, but it is also affectionate

……

It's a place that few people visit, I don't know if it's because it's remote, or if it's for some other reason.

She just stood there alone, stunned, looking at the sky stupidly, not knowing what she was thinking or how much time had passed.

In the clear blue sky, there were several clouds of different shapes and strange shapes, and a hot ball hanging in the middle, bright and dazzling, she reached out and tried to touch it, to grasp it, but no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain.

She didn't feel anything unusual before, but just now, she felt a little uncomfortable, and her eyes hurt and couldn't open. After a closer look, I found that it had been in the sun for a long time, no wonder.

She was a little angry and thought to herself. Why can't this huge cloud cover even a small sun, and make her so uncomfortable? But there was no way, she couldn't control the clouds, she couldn't control the wind.

After all, she couldn't even master herself, let alone anything else. So, after a short grumble, she had no choice but to put her onion-like hands in front of her eyes, so that she could not see the sun and block the dazzling light. Because, out of sight, out of mind.

But she really thought wrong, the clouds couldn't cover the sun, her hand was less than one ten-thousandth, and the delusion of covering the sun was just a way to deceive herself.

Self-deception, yes, she hasn't been deceiving herself all her life. She is destined to be impossible to have an ordinary life, and she is destined to have an ordinary life. Since I met that person, everything has been wrong, one wrong step, one wrong step.

Hit the two people who should have been, but ridiculously entangled the fate of the four people. Originally, the different lives of four people were after that encounter, like a mist dissipated, and the truth that had been hidden in the depths of the forest stream for a long time was gradually revealed.

She kept muttering to herself, as if she were talking to someone else. However, the surrounding places were always empty.

She's crazy?

No.

Is she stupid?

No.

It's just that I'm so sad that I fall into sadness and can't extricate myself for a long time.

"When we meet in this life, it is fate and calamity, we owe each other too much, and at the same time we miss too much. The flowers are blooming and I am here, and now the flowers are gone, and I should go, if I can, I hope we will never see each other again. ”

The woman under the pomegranate tree had no expression on her face after she had said her last words sadly.

Only the tears fell into the well, as if they were going to disappear without a trace, just like this woman.

Then, against the backdrop of the flaming red pomegranate flowers, he resolutely jumped into the well.

And the delicate pomegranate flowers also fell to the ground, as if they were also sad for her. At the same time, a man who was reviewing the folds in the splendid palace, somehow, a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and fell on the hard handwriting, the vermilion handwriting and tears blended together, and under the reflection of the sun, it was as bright as blood.

I don't know if it's a soul or a tear from sleepiness.

The man was not touched or wiped from his tears, as if those tears were not his shed. He still kept writing, writing.

Outside the hall, there are still noisy cicadas and bursts of pomegranate flowers, the scene is the same as before, but this tree is no longer the same tree as before, and the woman under the tree wearing a flaming pomegranate flower-like dress will not come back after all.

The breeze brings the fragrance of flowers, but it also sends away the fragrance, just like between them, there is a fate, but there is no division in the end, everything is only afraid of the mirror, the phantom is so.

The cool breeze gently blew into the hall, and the crystal white rice paper was lifted up, like butterflies fluttering their wings in the sky.

If you look closer, each piece of paper is the same size, the content of each piece of paper is the same, and the handwriting of each moment is the same.

Originally

Those similar rice papers are all white,

The handwriting is the same.

The tear-jerking content is like this:

"If we are not together in this life, we have suffered all our lives, if we meet again in the next life, I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love."