Zhang Ailing said, What is behind when you meet you among thousands of people?

This sentence is: meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time for thousands of years, there is no earlier step, no later step, just catch up, then there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" ”

From the essay "Love" by modern Chinese writer Zhang Ailing.

When I met him, I became very low, very low, low to the dust, but my heart liked it, and flowers bloomed from the dust!

Meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the wilderness of endless time for thousands of years, there is no earlier and no later step. There was nothing else to say, but to ask softly, "Oh, are you here too?" ”

Zhang Ailing's original words are: Meet the people you meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of thousands of years, there is no earlier or one step later, just catch up, then there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" ”

Combined with sentences, when you meet a person you are destined to meet, such an encounter is already a kind of fate, and there is no need for more rendering, nor does it need to be overly explained, so there is no need to have an exaggerated reaction, just ask lightly "Oh, are you here too?" That's enough.

Zhang Ailing has such a sentence in the book "Love".

Meet the people you want to meet among the thousands.

Over the course of thousands of years.

In the boundless wilderness of time.

Not one step earlier and one step later.

Just in time.

There was nothing else to say.

I can only ask softly, "Hey, are you here too?" ”

That's why it's so lucky to be able to meet it.

I have a small wish.

I'll take you with me when I become a little rich woman.

I carry the money with me. Pulling our big boxes.

Travel the world. I have a small wish.

Wait until we graduate.

Test the same city.

We rented a small house outside.

There is a home for us.

I have a small wish.

When you get married.

I will be your bridesmaid.

Take your hand.

I will send you to marry with blessings.

I have a small wish.

I'm going to go with you everywhere.

Wear all the girlfriend outfits.

Take countless photos of your girlfriends.

I have a small wish.

This wish is:

For the rest of my life, I have been together.

I have a small wish.

The wish is small.

It's good to have you. For a moment.

I thought about marrying you on the same day.

I also thought about when we didn't become other people's wives.

Be sure to go and take a set of wedding photos.

Wedding photos that belong only to us.

This kind of feeling will not be lost to time for a lifetime.

You're to me.

More important than a lover.

The lover will leave at any time.

But you won't. Neither will I.

Even if you're just a small piece of the puzzle of my life.

But without you.

My life will not be complete.

Maybe we'll separate.

Maybe we will lose.

Maybe we'll lose touch.

But. It doesn't matter if it's three years, it's five years

Or someday in ten years' time.

We met. I can still recognize you and shout: I want to kill you at that moment.

I'm going to burst into tears.

Maybe that's who we are.

Alas, what I've seen is not **, it's a ...... in prose

There is a girl from a well-off family in a village, who is born beautifully, and many people come to be matchmakers, but they don't say it. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was a spring evening, and she stood in the back doorway, holding on to the peach tree. She remembered that she was wearing a moon-white shirt.

The young man who lived at the door, who had met her, but had never said hello, came over, not far away, stood still, and said softly, "Oh, are you here too?" She didn't say anything, he didn't say anything more, stood for a moment, and went away.

Later, this woman was abducted by her relatives, sold to other counties as concubines, and was resold several times, after countless thrilling turmoil, when she was old, she still remembered the old days, and often talked about that young man on that spring evening, under the peach tree at the back door.

Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time for thousands of years, there is no earlier or later step, just in time, then there is nothing else to say, but to ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" ”

April 1944.

Upstairs is so strong, it seems to be the correct solution, I remember it was also prose.