I love you, I can’t help it. The feeling is subtlety and pure. The station at the rain, you and I wait for the same bus. You stand in front of the castle window hesitating, wearing a dress, that beautiful face attracted butterflies to accompany. I was standing in tattoo, not far away, looking at your beautiful face. As soon as you turn your head, I leave your line of sight, in such a hurry. That’s love.
After meeting you, my beauty wakes up the beauty of my love in the scenery of love. After meeting you, my love, after meeting you, is the fate that sends me to your hand and I read your name, how little love will not live up to what this life will meet. You can hang on to the branches when you are worthy of your tenderness.
1 friends round tell me such a thing: mother helped me to bring my child, a chance to see her take a mobile phone to see the video, I rushed to accuse her: Mom, you do not always play mobile phones in front of the children, children learn things fast, the future of the cell phone who is responsible, let you bring the child, you see you know Play with your cell phone every day. Mom hung her head, uh, like a child who made a mistake.
At night, listen to the voice of the rain gently, dream of chasing and drifting in the wind, ask the gentle lights, how many butterflies dream at night? The recall of shells, the steps of change, the sigh of the sky, the dream of a girl under the water. Catch the shadow of your passing, bloom the freedom of dreams, float past photographs, and wait for the loneliness of dreams. Pick up the rain in the sky, scatter the faint perfume, shake the dream attachment, listen to the rain.
Midnight, looking at the deep night sky, unaware of the memory of the river, fishing a heavy and sweet past, the heart of a faint sadness. I knew that those who had lost the flowers had never come back, but I stood there for a long time and looked at them with tears. I don’t know how many sleepless nights I have. My memory is like blood. It flows through my heart. that
Time flies, day after day, and some people have been in touch with each other for a long time. Just the more contact, the more you feel high, and when it comes to something and touch my heart, the more you feel that you are in contact with me, and you are detrimental to your identity. Just like the two parallel lines that used to be up and down, no matter what happens, there will be no intersection.
Wen / rainy night, sometimes I feel very old. A lot of memories have been destroyed and many years have been lost. Those who were willing to do so will become the fleeting years of the past. Forever buried in those who have come, whether you remember or forgotten. Those once the most precious nights are forever sealed up by unasked fireworks, and many times feel that time is long.
The love in my heart thought the great love was the most exciting and worshiping experience of life. After a long life journey, you would find what you want, not the promise of a vow, but to find a comfortable person with a comfortable life. The feelings of your two people are always endless.
At home on weekends, I accidentally browse to a movie called “Dayan Yan” and look at 8. 2 of the score, no hesitation in the place. This is a Japanese film, the beginning of the film is the monologue of the woman, and a tetragonal protocol is signed by the party. In view of the derailment of Party B and the Party B, Party B must move, change work, no longer meet with the C party, and can not even pass mail, telephone, letter, and in short, it is broken.
A few degrees of quiescence, a few degrees of flowers in the text, the remaining years of water flowing around the end of the cold season, walking alone on the side of the bleak Road, quietly thinking. Without consciousness, time and silence have been trampled on the end of the month, and the thoughts and inertia have fallen into your arms. Belong to our time, wake up in this fleeting time flowers bloom, shattered a place of helplessness.
Looking at Linghu Chong’s deep affection for the little teacher and sister, he had a deep pain in his heart, thinking back to the original Luoyang green bamboo lane, although he was touched by the young teacher’s infatuation with young teachers and sisters. I would like to see if the Linghu young man would like to.
One life, one plant and one autumn. To laugh at the fame and fortune in the world, and to suffer from sin in power and color; if you can see through everything, why bother always. The inscription is gone, how is this life? Cinnamon fragrance fragrance ten li, bamboo hedge everywhere poetic sentiment; love sprinkles one place, finally return to husband and wife. Red paper is sent to WeChat and mailed by MMS
I said, “can you ask for leave in the afternoon with me? I’m not in a good mood. “You said,” OK. ” Next second, you have been asking for a good holiday. In fact, I’m just a little willed. I was in a bad mood, but I didn’t expect you to say so. I began to examine my position in your mind, so I was so important in your mind. No matter how busy you are, no matter what happens later
Gatsby in my eyes is indeed great. It is a mysterious, multi gold, loving, pathetic, striving to the upper class aristocracy. The mysterious Gatsby. From “I” to West Egg, I heard all kinds of public opinion about Gatsby. He is a mysterious person and the focus of the West Egg. He lived in a mysterious castle. Some people said he killed a man. Some people said he had been in Germany.
When the manager called me to get married, I was still at home. I was married a few years ago. Then the boss suddenly got married, and the news came to me that we might have come to this age. Chatting with WeChat for a long time, after all, to marry a daughter-in-law is a great event for everyone. At the end of the day, the manager said no matter what,
The recent reading of Dumas’s Camellia girl changed my understanding of prostitutes. In my impression, Western prostitutes are all the people who sell their own bodies to win the opposite sex. Most of them are selfish and pursue money worship and hedonism, especially under the capitalist system. Margaret, a camellia girl under the small horse’s pen. Gautier is also a prostitute who has fallen into the dust. She betrays the body and waves Hocking.
People are not like people who meet people in airports or stations. Once they are not in touch, they soon disappear into their own vision. When you were so dependent on your love, you would cry with me. You are so sticky to me, information will not return, you will always be hair, and not back to you will be anxious to tears, like a girl in love. The number of calls I give you every day is not enough.
Listen to the rain, the music in the night, break the heart of the mirror, take a nap, I am just a passing traveller in my dream. Walking through the path of dreams, picking up the broken crystal of the rain, weaving a dream of rain flower, asking your name in your dream. Take a small umbrella, guess your dream, drop a bead of little tears, and listen to the fairy tale of a dream tonight. Float your back, night, dream scatter your crystal, call your name, you are strange in dream.
The idea of seeing you was rooted in my heart on the second day that I didn’t contact you. There was no reading in the evening of June 16th. It was hard to think of what happened the other day. I really made a mistake. It’s very sleepy but can’t sleep. The alarm clock is ringing, half past six. Put on yesterday’s jeans and shoes, and start off in a neat way. The station is not a lot of people, at the station staff arrangement