Text / Yi also said that the same boat transition is a past life to repair, can know each other, accompany each other that is how much the world to repair the fate of it! It is said that the cause of God is God's purpose, and that it is man-made. Therefore, God's inability to resist can't be blocked. ! Love a person is very hard, hate a person is also very hard, to give up a person who loves his own love is even more difficult, to accompany a do not love their own do not love
Listen to a song and fly over the sky. Mo Dao Yi sighed with the wind, only chanting a smile, a long paper. Feelings are nibbling and tired. Rain before the window, cool. Qingshan hidden clouds, the breeze alone leisurely, eyebrows heart, a bit cinnabar tears. After all the red robberies, look down on the red dust edge, and live in touch with the world, look back, a solitary light. Flowers drunk and tears, broken flower soul; edge poly edge scattered, the edge into the air. Meeting with you in this life is my most beautiful
Half of the wind blows, and laughs at the Red Dust and the Purple Mood. Time flies to the bustling office and wants to do its best. Nightingale lying listening to the breeze, the heart of Iraqi people, fall into the depths, a few degrees Feiyun. Beauty is deep in love, a few drops of tears, and feelings of degeneration. The breeze came and everyone was still. The faint West Lake is deeply in love with China. Eyesight, thoughts, and lightheartedness of the depths of the red dust, poetry and poetry, grace, for the monk Lushan water, bluebird Yin Mingliu
Wen/She also knew that he was introduced by matchmakers just like all rural girls, but her matchmaker was a bit different from other matchmakers. Her matchmaker was the mother of her sister-in-law, who was the relative of her family. This family has never been used as a media. Apart from this, it was never done. Her relatives visited their daughter that day. When she saw her ten-and-twenty-year-old sister-in-law, she casually asked a question. She did not know why.
The turbulence of the text/fallen time is always rushing to death. Those beautiful pictures, but forever fixed in life, either deep or shallow, fragments of happiness and warmth will be scattered in each other's fleeting years. Fill my thoughts with my heart. In the silent years, my heart is accompanied by flowers and fingertips. I integrate a look of hope and affection into the lines of the word, and fingertips touch that feeling, so deep and shallow.
He had known her for a long time, fell in love, admired each other, and talked about being loyal. "You are the bone in my bones, the flesh in the flesh. You are the only one of me, you are my heart, I love you forever." Because the flames of love are so fierce, the words of love are so beautiful. So he and she finally stepped onto the red carpet. An exhilarating oath was delivered in a beautiful, solemn, sacred temple – "
The wind blew outside, and it was at this point. As usual, the man was already back. The woman had long been ready for a good table and waited for him to come back. A man is a salesman of a company who runs business all year round. Women are engaged in secretarial work. The two married after graduation. Men are rural, and for this reason they were opposed by women’s parents before marriage, but in the end the woman still
He always said: Marriage is a pair of shoes. It is only proper for you to know. This is indeed a very reasonable statement. There are many such examples in reality. On the surface, it looks very good for couples. After a while, they are flying and flying. And some how to see how not match, but how many years together. Then someone said that marriage is a mystery, and no one can break this mystery. But I thought that marriage is more like a
1. When I loved the tide almost every day, I suddenly felt like I hadn't written a good word for a long time. In the time of enduring hardships and feelings, I would like to add some color, add some extravagance to the love of true love, put the pen to the fullest, and gather the emotions of the whole body to the tip of the pen to write my true feelings. The voice of the most beautiful poem is preserved as an eternal memory. After the April encounter,
Text/fallen the red stove alone, standing by the window, looking across the glass alone, immersed in the misty rain that fell in love, and gently closed his eyes, this moment, I suddenly felt the word miss, can not describe me At this moment of deep affection, that kind of depth, feelings, can not touch the depths of the soul, write a text of Acacia, comforting each other's miss, there is a deep love, called no longer contact. –
(1) Love: When you choose a person, even if your eyes do not look, your heart still walks toward him. Dreams and dreams that you want to grasp, is the most true thing to each other, not only the skin of the pro, but the years in the long river to stay in compliance, learn to live together. In the middle of it, the smells are mixed. The thoughts of the mind and all things are the same. It takes time to test and prove. (2) Search: This is the purest
The half-hearted love of the text/falling red bullets turns into a quicksand in the blink of an eye, and the prosperous master resigns. Those beautiful promises are finally sprinkled in the dust of the years, and the half-hearted love is finally leaving one's heart. In a person’s dream, in the dream, you see your gentle eyes. However, it is suddenly near and far away. If you are looming, you cannot see clearly, you cannot touch it, you cannot hide your eyes, and your sadness is lost.
The blue sky is a spotless heart. Sunlight is the light that penetrates the soul. One sip, one fragrant, dressed in a green shirt, a warm past, drunk in the wind between the mountains and rivers. Lonely slipped silently, and in the depths of the years, the misty and misty sky misty into the sky. Meeting with you is the most beautiful accident in my life. The sky after the rain, no bright rainbow,
The day she left, the sky had just rained. Silent dusk, white street lights, a breeze blowing, the shadow of the trees flowing cool. No farewell, no relatives and friends, she dragged a big suitcase and walked alone in the silent street. She looked like a birdie who was late to the nest. Gray coat, black pants, messy hair, she looked at her
Hua Qing is like water, I wish the water will stay in the middle of the summer of 2014. I tasted the bitterness of the tears softly, for a failed college entrance examination, and for a dream-like end of the United States. Who said, watching the sky, tears will not fall, but when I high up high, the tears in my neck, more dense than the rain, than the snow bone. Because of the pain, it made it hard for me to extricate myself. I'm sorry myself, I'm sorry
At one moment, who's dreaming? The place where Acacia was placed turned into a tender sentiment, and for people who whispered low in the red dust. Red Dust, we are only passing, passing, passing, whispered, who disturbed who's heart? Acacia is so lonely! (Wen, Sakura water) Who is in the depths of the red dust, shallow sing low-purity. Do not forget to sing a song, sing a song without regret this life. At one moment, who's dreaming? what
【A】 taste of flowers, hold the moon and sleep in the mountains and rivers, casually Xu Xing, Ren Haoran full of anger. I am a person who likes to be silent. I like to sit cross-legged with the waves of Bixi and let the stream cleanse my soul until it is empty. Tired, lying on the boulders, looking at the sky clouds roll Yunshu, until quietly to sleep. I am a leisurely and comfortable person. Every place I pass through is
When you graduated that year, you had to look at me and say that you wanted to go south with your classmates. It was a distinction. In fact, there is no contact for a long time. You are busy going to school. I'm busy looking for a job. The future is very lost and I can't care too much! The depth of fate is not how surprised it is to come. It's not what I imagined at first sight. It's not the feeling of rapid heartbeat, and you also say that if you can't beat fast, you can't stand it.
As usual, his wife came in quietly, and a cup of hot tea was placed on my desk. She stood still and said but silent. In the old days, his wife always quietly handed a bowl of hot tea or a glass of milk, and quietly withdrew from my exclusive study. I am a bit strange: Is it okay? The wife bit his lip and seemed to have decided and said: I have enrolled in a course and I have to study it. This school I will occupy. I am interested
Don't be with people who consume you, because the future is not a rich person, not a poor person, a positive energy person! Love someone who gives you positive energy. Everyone's life is the same. When you look at it in pieces, you look for happiness in a long time, and look for everything that can make you happy: health, peace, material, honor, achievement. Since you want to be happy,