People always say that they hate rainy days, because the cloudy weather seems to lead to their depressed mood, and it seems to be a good vent in the rain. Today is a rainy day, more accurately, my heart is a rainy day, watching the water gradually flooded the aisle, there is a kind of emotion also slowly haunting in the heart, take out the mobile phone, point open the familiar head, and then silently exit, pick up.
In the spring and autumn, the landscape has a journey and a journey. Old days, green hills, old people, and spring and autumn? Years are perishable and never return. The moon rises, and the Moon leaves one side. The height of the sleeve, the other year to see the world is flourishing. If you ask about the depth of the east flow? Return to the horse, a night of rain. The heart is like an dew, and the moonlight shows the face. How long can a wine be a song? Lamenting the dream of flying flowers, the moon to the dusk, the wall outside the wall
When a husband and wife become home, they should maintain and operate together. Because this family is a place of love, not a place for reasoning. The reason for the reason is the court. Home, there is a root, there is a soul! And this root and soul are controlled by husband and wife. A loving couple lives not who will conquer, but who will accommodate. Don’t always think about possessing the other side and let the other side submit to yourself.
In May, my town was raining… I hide in a corner of the east of the city, drizzle wet clothes, idle flowers landing, swallowing swallows, playing the white goose. With the umbrella you send, I don’t want to open it. Once I open it, I’ll start a story. My heart will go back and let the sun shine again, and it won’t dry again. Just like my silent mouth, once opened, I will tell you my deep thoughts, for I will always be with you.
Last night, the stars in the sky, the brilliance of the moon, and the waves in the water. Pick up the dusty letters, keep the waves away, listen to the wind, and start the fireworks. Drop the willow catkins, forget the romance, forget the piccolo’s dream, and catch the moon’s feet in the night. A lotus lantern, the desire to light time, sends away the waves with fingertips, leaving behind the attachment of weeds and weeds. hear
“Sleepless white sheep” love a night like you and the wind will blow your ears, your soft voice will buckle the past chords, we walk through all the scenery, those have become my soul and your twittering. Perhaps you have already entered the red dust, those who have talked with you, the night words, our songs and laughter, our tears, we passed the day of beauty, all become you inadvertently
In the early autumn, the sun just rose and the sky was very blue. Light rain stopped yesterday, but the ground was wet everywhere. The bridge head, the Chinese parasol Tung along the Bank of the river. There are still beads of water on the leaves of the golden leaves, which shine like pearls in the sunlight. Under the tree, a thin layer of leaves was laid on the gravel road, and there was still some rain on the leaves.
How can modern couples get along with each other in order to achieve harmony and happiness? This is a subject worthy of study and discussion. The author believes that the modern couple should be happy in harmony, at least read the 10 Secrets of “love, tolerance, interest, faith, support, peace, burden, argument, harmony and learning”. Love – treasure marriage, love each other deeply. As the saying goes, a hundred years of repair is a boat crossing.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” she murmured lightly, lying in his arms, sitting under the tree of marriage and watching the red rope full of trees. “Yes, it’s really beautiful.” he looked distressed and looked pale. Her body was getting weaker and weaker. “People who say that a red line can always stay with their loved ones, but is it possible for us?” she said softly. “Yes, yes,” he squeezed.
Beautiful love, such as a flower blossom gorgeous, from the life and death of Liang Shan and Zhu Yingtai to Meng Jiangnu crying the Great Wall’s thousand ancient singing; from Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman’s flash in the pan to Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang, the ancient and modern love stories are amazing. The perfect love story makes people happy, but the sad love story is a sigh. Anna, that love for the moths is ignored.
Is there anyone in your life who will let you meet? Is there anyone in your life who can make you love? Is there a person you can’t forget in your life? Perhaps he (she) is only a passer in life, but also become a passer-by. Every word of his (you) will take it seriously. Every moment he or she gets along with you is fresh. time
On a quiet winter night, when you look back at a certain part of life, you will find that all the beginning and ending is like a mystery. Slowly away, you know that someone loves and has a way to go… Seeing the opening and falling of a flower, the leaving and leaving of a cloud also recalled the beauty of that smile. The past will be gone with the wind, and how much old time will be covered with winter snow.
No matter whom you meet, he is the one who should appear in your life. It is no accident. No matter where you go, what kind of experience you go through, what kind of person you meet, what kind of story is happening, everything is happening. It’s the scenery you have to pass and the distance you should reach. This journey will make you lose, and it will give you something, but they are all shaping up.
At the age of twenty, a girl has just defined what is called “love” and what is called “love”. Twenty years old is the most beautiful moment for a girl. Twenty years old, is the most simple and stubborn time for a girl to fall in love. Girl, if you fell in love with a boy at the age of twenty. Then, please engrave his face, because you can spend your whole life to forget this face. Two
Hand in hand, Xiajin spring forest in Zhidan occasionally shopping, found that a path always feel so familiar, so the memory of the gate to take me to the late autumn night fourteen years ago, you and I go hand in hand the road. That is the longest road we have traveled together. Dark night has our colleagues, leaving the unforgettable warmth and sweet memories. Think of marriage until that night.
Every April, I think of a woman named Lin Whei-yin. She is love, is warm, is hope. She lives in a mild and gentle literature; she lives in a heart warming architecture; she lives in Cambridge where countless people recite. And it’s a rainy day again! I sat at the window feeling the drizzle drifting with the wind, gentle, delicate, and slightly damp and cold. It dampened the long head that was fluttering and fluttering.
That summer, we were in the classroom to write the papers in our hands, the high rolls of a mountain like a boy, looking at the girl in front through the hill – like curl, the long horsetail, a little tired look, the bangs in front of the forehead, a curtain, and a bite of the pen to see the curl falling into contemplation. When she looked back, he moved her eyes away from the gap and looked down at her face.