The story of birds and fish

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful fish in a faraway place. She lives alone in that desolate and quiet land. Don't wait for the future, don't recall the past. There is only one lake in her life. The lake secretly found the blue of the sky, clear as sapphire in the sun, crystal clear and trance. She clung to the blue and breathed brilliantly in the sun. For a free and lonely fish, the lake and sunshine are all her heart. She forgot how to daydream and just waited for the lake and sunshine calmly. Emotion is always so slow and long, without desire and direction. What she has is peace abandoned by many people. Boring, endless. This calmness has always been in her thoughts, but there are exceptions. A particularly good day, of course, it must be sunny, and her sight may occasionally cross the blue of the lake. At that moment, she fell into a desperate fantasy. What did she see? Her eyes are full of the infinity of heaven, burying her yearning for the blue covering the lake. So, the story happened.

That day, she has been immersed in unspeakable confusion. Maybe it was raining just now. The sun is shining like gold, and the sky is pure without any noise. There, her eyes are printed with vast tracts of strange light, and she has never seen everything she can see in her life with such deep affection. Then the bird flew towards her. They stared at each other. In the sun, by the lake. It's been a long time. I don't know why. When the sun goes down, fish and birds know that they are in love. Promises are made in the heart, not seeking prosperity. I just want to cherish love forever, cherish the lake, cherish the sky and cherish the sunshine.

This love is doomed to have no ending from the beginning, and there are many possibilities in the life of fish and birds.

We can imagine that the story is like this. The repeated sunshine and air every day seems to indicate that time has stopped flowing. Those birds who used to wander around and the sky was vast finally couldn't stand the endless loneliness and tranquility of the lake, and secretly left on a sunny day. He broke his promise and forgot his love for fish. Where are the fish? Maybe she will take a long breath after the bird leaves and then return to the silence before the bird arrives. In the sky she is used to, there is no room for anything except blue. Falling in love with birds is just an accident. We can't blame the indifference between birds and fish. Originally, they were not on a life track. How can they be together until the end of time? Natural laws and regulations are so ruthless, each has its own life, and must not be disturbed rashly.

The story can go on like this. Birds and fish love each other deeply and can't abandon each other. In the long gaze of each other, there is only sadness and no hope except love. Living on two parallel lines, they are looking forward to the day when they can hug each other anyway. The bitterness of this love is far beyond their tolerance. After uncontrollable despair, the bird flew away alone. Only the fish stayed in the water, waiting for the passage of time with thoughts and faint complaints about the birds. One day, she will forget all this, and the ruthlessness of time will inevitably wash away many colors of life. Of course, when the fish is old, in the last silence given by the lake, she may think of the bird, the stranger who once occupied her whole sky. But at that time, love seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.

Another possibility may occur in the love between birds and fish. This is the possibility of love to the extreme. Neither birds nor fish can walk out of each other's sight and live together. Their love will make the sun lose its light, and their family will make the sky dark and transparent. Doomed hopelessness is something that birds and fish can never climb. So, what will they do? We will see a sad story. The bird finally couldn't stand the distance from the fish and flew to the embrace of death. There, he looked forward to coming to the fish again and falling in love with his lover in his last life as a fish. And the fish will quietly watch the birds fall at the foot of the sun, and she has her own ideas. On a beautiful morning, it was vaguely the beautiful and trance-like morning when she met the bird. Quiet, nostalgic, fish seek the soul of birds in the kiss of the lake.

Of course, in the love between birds and fish, they not only have these three possibilities, but also have a fourth choice. That is to accompany you to the end of your life. But it's hard. This kind of love has no desire and no desire. Our world no longer has this purity.

I'm talking about the love between birds and fish, a love that has no result from the beginning.

Love is a very vague thing, there is no absolute love and no love. ....

Love is also a very unreliable thing. There is no eternal love and there is no love. ....

Love is a kind of thing that destroys people's reason and paralyzes people's thoughts. So be careful. ...

But we still need love ... because ... if ... therefore ... if fish falls in love with birds, fish is willing to die to promote the life of birds;

If a bird loves fish, what the bird wants to live is the fish it loves deeply;

So they can only find a common destination-death!

Meet, fall in love, we will meet!