The longest distance in the world

"The people I love are far away from me. I miss them very much." The boy once said this.

"The people I care about are not around." The girl once said this.

Can time really make a miracle? I should ask myself this question.

Then the story happened.

Really time, there is really an unforgivable miracle.

There is no wave of lake water, and a quiet cabin is built on the water. Lakeside cottage. The entrance to the shore is a sophisticated mailbox.

The harmony in space masks the distortion of time.

Really abandoning all physical desires, it is really the most perfect love in spirit. The boy two years ago fell in love with the girl two years later. The imprint of the nib is the closest distance of contact, crossing any limit that can be forgiven.

So, are you willing to believe? A lover two years ago, a figure that is clearly on his side but not aware of it. It’s a dream. In this hut, the most beautiful miracle happened. With a warm mood, watch the time and travel around you.

The interval of one second can change the turbulence of the two seasons, and the transmission of a letter can be interlaced into a strange flower in the two rings of the tree.

Really have such beautiful love, I believe.

The boy hanged up the white shirt that had just been washed, and said to a puppy named Coke: "Coke, do you know that washing clothes can heal the wounds." The white curled cola stretched out his tongue, like a pair. Understand what you don't understand.

What are you looking for, time? Well, don't look for it, it's in my palm. The two years of life, quietly continued for two millimeters in the shallow palm print.

So, I have never seen you.

The boy's black eyes, black and white eyes, a warm smile. The smell of washing powder in the wind is so good that the lakeside cottage is filled.

After two years of lifeline, you and I seem to be close at hand, but far from the limit of distance.

You are a dream two years ago, I am a soul two years later.

The boy two years ago fell in love with the girl two years later, and it was like the "Arabian Nights" that I often read when I was a child.

However, if one day happens, what should we do? So close, so far.

Time can sometimes not heal the wound, but it will produce a more painful wound. In two years, a large invisible wound was torn out.

Am I just a stranger in your eyes, just a stranger who is meaningless?

I believe I have seen you. Just some time two years ago, there was an undetected moment.

It turned out to be true.

Today, two years ago, the girl had seen the boy. The first and final side. A large store glass across the floor. It turns out that there is still a distance. It turns out that it is a mistake to meet us. It turns out that communication is the best reward of God.

I burst into tears.

You are now, somewhere in paradise.

The girl remembers how the black-and-white eyes looked at herself with a gaze, and the white shirt was full of blood-red lotus flowers, glamorous and glaring.

There is a fresh detergent in the air, so familiar, so strange.

Just like the distance between you and me. So close, so far.

That boy, it should be him. A lover I have never met.

Today, two years later, I feel sorry for being late.

The time of distortion gradually flattened. The cleaners swept across the street twice, the leaves fell twice in the same position, and the owner of the lakeside cottage changed two.

The girl opens the still delicate mailbox and puts in a letter back to the past. A boy came over and took a familiar envelope out of his pocket.

"You are?" The girl looked blank.

"Would you like to hear me tell a strange story?" the boy said with a smile.

The folds of time smoothed out the hidden pains, and God used time to give us a little joke. Time has created the most beautiful miracle.

Sixth grade: 乀 forgetting heaven tian make