In May, the warmth, the wind and the flowers are refreshing. They sit alone in front of the window, leaving their minds in the middle of the line, letting them think, and walking with ink. Your smile will be clearly visible in the sun. Out of the window, colorful, in the heart, sunny, love day, full of greenery. I will meet and collect and gather, with the rhythm of no regrets, with light ink, written as the most beautiful love poem in the world, so that we can walk
It is impossible for two people to meet each other to understand each other. Did you know that whenever you are in a bad mood, someone is equally sad in your heart except to enlighten you. Did you know that whenever you talk about the distress of a job, someone in addition to giving condolences and comfort, in the heart is also silently pressing himself. Did you know that whenever you are because of your feelings
Walking, all thoughts and memories faded. Watching it, it feels tired. The starlight is slowly dimming. Listening and listening, all hopes have been blurred. If you can, I will spend the rest of my life traveling around the world; and you, if you can follow in the end? I think that if life is only as good as it was, it would rather not meet each other. You have your happy birthday. I have my long moon.
Bana flowers, the other side of the river, can't see the leaves when they are opened, they can't see the flowers when there are leaves, and they can't see each other. The Bana, for every thousand years, for a thousand years, will never see each other. Love is not causal, edge destined to death. A large number of these flowers on Huangquan Road are far more like carpets of blood, and they are also called “roads of fire” because of their red flames.
There is such a story: a soldier falls in love with a beautiful princess, but the princess does not like him. In order to show their pride to the princess, the soldiers decided to guard the princess's window for another hundred days. So soldiers began this reckless guardian. In the hot sun, the earth seems to melt, but the soldiers only look at the princess's window, and the princess's window is closed; the storm is like the world
Once, it was said that it would last forever, and now, after the fireworks are smashed, there is only one scene of soreness and nowhere; once, once said, we have to stay on top of one another. Now, after the fireworks are chilly, there is only one place left, and the mirage. Fireworks, beautiful, strong vows of oaths; oaths, strong, exhausted long wait; wait, long, cut off twirling Rouchang; Rouchang, twirling, scattered endless lingering;
In the first quarter of the seventh quarter of the China Dream Show aired on April 11, a special dream-seeker attracted everyone's heated discussion. A fairytale love story, a strong girl, and a moving dream are not only conquering the 300 dream observing missions on the scene, but have helped Deng Yaping, Tony Leung, and other dream ambassadors cry, and they have created a huge network. The repercussions. On the Chinese Qixi 2013, Feng
One day, the girl asked the boy, "My dear, what is your highest level of love? The man thought for a moment and said: "I think it should be life and death! Because one person can die for another person, you can give up life. That is the most important thing for people. It should be the highest point of love. The girl thought and nodded. Because she thought so. She saw a lot of love
When I love you, you shine so if you don't love it? Text / seven-year-old itch Sometimes, for love, I am often confused, in other words, I do not know what is love, is inclusive and caring for each other? Or is it a long-term cumulative practice? Maybe all or not. But I believe that because of love, there are only those who are determined to keep their heads up. A woman's love
In spring, the deep rhyme of ink is revealed. I am still waiting on the end of it, waiting for the surprise of the sea. With the pen as a trick, support the paper to make a journey, look for the old dream of Jiangnan when it came. As always, keep the windowsill of the season and read you. ——Wen / Zengma 1 In April, when the weather was soft and soft, the clouds were steaming and full of trees and peach trees. It was lightened between the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and a rouge cloud was laid.
When I have long hair and waist, juveniles are good for me. When I waited for my hair, I would like to have ten red makeup. He was afraid of his long hair and waist, and his juveniles were attracted to others. When you are black and blue, you smile and watch her grin. —- "Shili red makeup, daughter's dream," ten red makeup, if the dream period. A nice woman. But see you: a red emerald smoker, if the shoulders are cut back into the waist, if the muscles if the cloves of orchids. The waist is in microsteps.
14.04.16 (3) Qing (229) How to Treat Love Everyone is eager to have a good and beautiful lover, a harmonious family, and a happy and beautiful life. These are all derived from sweet and wonderful love, if there is no love. The husband and wife will be divorced and the family will be broken. There will be no happiness in life. So how do you treat love? Accumulate my sixty years of life experience, draw the following four pairs
Perhaps, the time is too thin and the fingers are too wide. There are too many people in this world who read the sleek, but too many people cannot walk out of the sea. Those who thought that they had joined hands for a lifetime walked away and walked away. Once they thought that they had painful pains and they looked at it light. However, it is impossible to finally forget. In every person’s life, there is at least one ecstasy, no extravagance, no one’s right or wrong.
Sansheng stone, prime heart. Honest sandalwood, blue sky far away. A long light of a lamp, cited Jun over the other side. Only once in a lifetime, I is a person. – Inscriptions on the other side, the shoreless. The soul is forgotten and still in Sichuan. On the other side of the ferry, Acacia lighted up at the tip of his fingertips and faltered. That strain of blood-colored flowering flowers, open one place, flowers lingering bizarre. Momo blossomed, Buddha said: Five hundred times back, only
Sliding fingertips, gently touching the fleeting light and shadows, holding the sunset of the red face. The years evaporate sadness and turn into gentle dripping rain; grief is scattered like autumn and sunset flowers, and the time lost from the clenched hands is lost. For example, the world passed away, and it will return to those missed times. Also can not find those who are gone. —-Inscription How many intersections in life, need to turn more
If life is only as good as it should be, what kind of autumn painting is so sad? The leisurely change of the heart of the people leads to change of mind. The Hatoyama language disappeared, and the night language Ling Ling continued. He Liangqin, Jin Yi Lang, will be the same day. —- Inscription leaves a flower, once falling. Meet at one time, entangled in life. Laughing all over the city, a lonely. A dream Nan Ke, a nightmare. Some people, once they meet, see it for years; some
Some people say that if you want something, you will always think about it. Then the outcome will be pleasing, and the process, whether it is long or hard, can be ignored. I believed, I did… That year I am 23 years old; I am married, she is a kind and quiet girl, I like her lovely smile, like her gentle words, I am stubborn, arrogant, married
Beijing love story. . . That year, I didn't mean to hear that when you were burning incense, on that day, how many people did not return to their homes, splashing the green onions. The decision of this life seems to be between one mind and no matter what form happiness will take, I will be firmly with you. How soft, no longer able to hide the entanglement of love and hate, that back, like a silent song. I spent the rest of my life
And cherish and cherish … a margin word, it is difficult to guess through, how many have been, have already left. Those chasing, those tacit understanding, those deep, full of pure beauty, no one can forget. A feeling, really, not easy, some meet, nobody knows what comes tomorrow, can only, and cherish. —– Text / sissy a margin word, who can see through? Even if we don’t meet each other, then
Some people have fallen apart from love and still sleep on top of one another and have the opportunity to be together but have been indifferent. Some things have been against the will. Some have been given the opportunity to be free but have been unable to recover. Some words have been insincere and they have been loyal to themselves but they are already old. Some dreams have never had a chance to wait for a chance but they have already broken some things, but there are many opportunities to do it, but there are always reasons to evade, etc.