I want to spend the rest of my life with you

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you, go out, wear flat cloth shoes, wear loose and elegant cotton linen clothes, carry a simple backpack and bring a burning enthusiasm. Near the city, visit the secluded mountains, the wild trees, the new grass by the river and the wild birds in the bamboo forest.

On the winding path, accompany with vegetation and enjoy with birds and animals. Sometimes run, sometimes walk, sometimes shake, or stop, stand under the tree and watch the ants climb up the tree. In front of the honeysuckle, I watched a bee fly away blankly, and waited for a bee that looked exactly the same as before to linger on this flower and forget to return on that flower. We discussed whether this bee was the same as the previous one... Time turned back and forth, and let us slowly give up the troubles of life.

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you in a scenic spot, in a hotel where the daytime is noisy like cicadas and the night is silent like a temple. When I push the window, I can see the mountains far and near, and the clouds are shrouded in it. The first pile is to see the blue sky and the white clouds grazing under the blue sky. We stand on the balcony of the hotel and lie on the old rattan chair to watch and feed our vision.

We are like the stones in the mountains. We have no desire and no desire. We let the broken sunshine sprinkle on us, saying that the mountains are far away, that the mountains are empty and sparsely populated, and that we are unwilling to go to the end of the day. Say, say, we are like the master of the mountain, and like the visitors in the heaven and earth with the fragrance of birds and flowers. Or poetry is booming. Hum one or two ancient poems, and we will be endowed with the soul of the poet. With a mountain like mind, we can shout fearlessly, go wild, shout with passion and hum with soul stirring

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you. We are hidden in a millennium ancient town. There are no longer familiar people. We drink tea in a small teahouse on the street. The coarse tea made from a coarse porcelain pot and the amber liquid sincerely reflect our frosty temples. Tea doesn't dislike people, and people don't dislike tea. While tasting tea, I watched the old man walking at the next table. Put aside the complexity and complexity of life, let time flow slowly in the fragrance of tea.

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you, looking for a peak to watch the sunrise. When the sun is still lazy and the cat is stretching in the quilt, we will wait on the hillside, sit quietly without saying a word, and watch it slowly poke its head out of the quilt until it lights up the whole earth.

We didn't go there either. We sat on the top of the mountain all morning and watched the sun climb up the brandy tree and slowly fall from the cracks between the branches and leaves, which warmed us up and down and made us sleepy, just like two old cats.

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you. In the sea where seagulls circle, I hold your hand, walk forward and listen to the call of the sea together! Enjoy the massage of the lapping waves in the sea water. The sea sand will slip out of our toes bit by bit. Like us, they don't want to bear pressure all day and stop in place forever.

Tired, find a stool to sit down. We leaned back to back and didn't talk. It seems that our trip to the seaside is not to see the sea, but to sit so close, just for two people to keep their posture towards the distance, blow the sea breeze all afternoon, and don't care whether their skin will be tanned.

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you. We go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, seriously discuss which piece of meat is the freshest, the price is the most realistic, and how to choose a mature and full grain corn. On the way home, in the florist, pick some green plants and beautiful dried flowers that are not easy to hang up and decorate our warm home.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We just get on a bus. We don't care whether there is a traffic jam or how far the destination is. We can get off if we want. Along the way, we will meet children after school, sister-in-law shopping, old couples walking around, and young people after work. In this process, we can see the human state of the city.

It was late for the return trip, the street lights were on again, and the lights were yellowish and old. Hungry, we walked into a noodle shop and ate noodles, two bowls of vegetarian noodles and a plate of green vegetables very slowly. We were afraid that the other party was not full.

For the rest of my life, I want to spend time with you. I walk side by side with you on the greenway of the city and in the afterglow of the sunset. Enjoy the sunset and white ducks flying together, watch the wild wind of the city blow through the river bank and woods, lazily watch the idle clouds, reluctantly pushed by the wind, and wait for the thunder shower rumbling in the distance.

We sat on the stool, silently waiting for the stars to appear, waiting for the night to swallow our bodies bit by bit. With the rustle of wind blowing leaves, let the picture of life come in and let the memory slowly repeat those past and life

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We stay at home quietly, read a favorite book, and slowly understand the beauty and gentleness between the lines. Or sitting on the sofa, thinking nothing and doing nothing, is staring at the door, putting some so-called thoughts, some rivalries and some negative emotions on the shelf, or throwing them thousands of miles, so that our hearts can come out of life. This is the beauty of wasting time. It seems that our hearts are closer, as if we understand all the words we want to say, and there seems to be more warmth of wasting time.

In this way, one morning passed, one afternoon passed, and the whole day passed. Time is boundless, generally accepting the aging US, and the originally boring time has become colorful