The glow of the evening glows, I stand in the lonely wind, the shadow is like the fall of autumn leaves. Birds hold a story of the day and fly in the direction of flying home. And I, waiting for you in the corner of the season, face like a lotus flower, for you, forgetting the pace of Ching Lin, did not carry the rush of line color, with a feeling of desolate, rich Acacia. On this sunny day, I was waiting for you. The street of Qingshi was late, reaching
Past love, love this life. On autumn night, think about you, under the cherry tree, for you to abide by an infatuated love, only willing to meet you in a dream. ——The heart of glass is sentimental in March. It is a reincarnation. It does not have to ask whether it is a robbery. Meeting with you is the gift of Heaven. However, only the dreams are vague and dim now. At that time, when the cherry blossoms begin, you are more beautiful than the flowers. I never did
I intend to draw a heavy end for my precious youth. Whenever you think of it, it's just like the heart of ice because you can say too little and scribbled. Nowadays, in the autumn of one year, the leaves fall all over the place, unconsciously deteriorating the beauty of the spring. As I stood in this autumn forest, I remembered all my past. Obviously so close, reaching out but not catching it. Today, I would like to use my green pen
In the newspapers saw such a very touching real report? A couple, the wife was knocked down by the car on the way out of work and was admitted to the hospital. After the surgery, there was nothing serious about the body. Only the sequelae were left on the legs and I felt slight pain every day, especially at night, and the pain was even worse. Her husband ran a number of hospitals with his wife, but also failed to eliminate the pain of his wife's legs. Later, listen to
A long time ago, there was a small village in the depths of the sub-Saharan Desert called Dogolia. Because of the dry weather and lack of water, the traffic was blocked and very poor. At a distance of more than ten miles from the village, there was a well that hit a kilometer deep, which was the only source of water in a radius of several hundred miles. The water here is turbid and bitter, but to the people in the desert it is like a spring, precious! Every household
The two quarreled. Finally, after all, there was someone who first admitted to losing and apologizing. I want to say that this is not really losing, but he is too concerned about the feelings along the way. The apology of this time is the elegant expression of love. When it is vigorous and escalating, whether or not it can be compared is the final test of love. How many fates the two people passed together finally came together.
Who is it, three thousand prosperous, into your eyebrows; who, Qingshan Rumo, white clothing; who, under the Bodhi tree, refers to a clear voice? Who is the warmth of the years, but who is who stunning time. Acacia, write a letter of paper for you. Hopefully, after leaving the year and falling to the ground, it will no longer hurt. —- eve (a) The left bank to bloom breeze, drizzle. Sitting alone in a cold room, watching the window three thousand
Once upon a time, a boy fell in love with a girl. Boys are good for girls. The girl was impressed by this child. Because the boy's family is not good. The girl's family is against them. But the girl still insists on getting along with the boy. In the days when they were together, the boy often took the girl to his house and his family in the morning to play poker. Sometimes they took the girl to the wild to see the scenery and climb the mountain… The boy loved the girl.
1. Since my choice is you, I decided that all my life is with you. Regardless of your poverty, wealth, handsomeness, and ordinaryness, I value only your noble personality traits and your responsibility for life. 2. I don't care that you have nothing now. As long as you love me enough, I can live a mediocre life with you; because the love of the soul can withstand all temptations. You now have me in addition to you
Years of time, memories that cannot be diluted, lonely nights, winding around old dreams. Wandering life, Sentimental years, meet you in that drifting days. Inadvertently, your gentle smile caught my entire soul in an instant. A hundred years old street, a humble attic, a place for the first time. How is the similarly obscure me catching your attention? When received
When the weather is fine in winter, these two old people can always be seen in the park. They will take a short walk. Then they sit on the bench under the tree. The woman will take out a blanket and put it on the man's lap. Then the two sit. Over there. More often than not, two people do not speak. Only the warm sunshine falls. They just sit quietly and make people feel very warm and very touched. "Shouzi
I know that one day, I will meet a person without having to speak to each other. The two naturally come together. Whether it is in a crowded city, or in the sea, it blooms in the spring. Whether in crowded public transportation or in a quiet park, the warmth of laughter is like a long-lost friend. I know that one day, there will be one person, even if I don’t have anything
Without your days, solitary text / Zi Yunyan is late at night, do you listen to this song? A dear, a goodbye, you just left me. do you know? I really hope that you can come back quickly and come back to me. Without your days, I loved the night more and more, because the night gave me the space to think of you. Here, I can let my share of your love for you spread.
When the sky is blue, I don't want to look up. There are more and more smiles. There is no one knowing the sadness. Sometimes I don’t want to express my feelings on my face because I don’t want others to understand your frailty because I don’t want to. Let relatives and friends worry because I understand that any sadness, lamentation, or expression of pity can't tell the melancholy in my heart. Once sunny, handsome,
For a long time, it has been a person's detachment in loneliness, creating a stubborn, stubborn, stubborn character of his paranoid nature. Now that we have a home, we have a lover who has been accompanied by a person from morning till evening. With a normal person's life,, and careful thoughts, I have also summed up many, many,, and stressful lives that make it impossible for people to adapt, so love needs to be cultivated by both parties. Moisturizing, marriage needs more communication, trust, truth
The years are quiet, and the fleeting years are tweeting. I rely on the corner of the season, swaying into the nib of the pen, depending on the fragrance of the words. In a gesture of a flower, you will stand for the scenery of the world and watch the agreement of heart and heart in the period of your fingertips. Bring a romantic breeze, bearing in mind the warmth along the way, so that the season of the heart will always bloom in spring. – Inscription shallow autumn, micro
After many years, when I talked with you, I was still hopeless. I couldn’t express my true self, I couldn’t solve my shackles, I couldn’t think of it, I didn’t want to break away, I felt like I was rooted, I was in my heart, I was alone. In life, wandering, sticking to, or sad or laughing, or seeing many unreal moments, all this can only be forgotten. Everything in my heart is pale and ridiculous.
I, it is difficult to listen at night, listen to it, step before the rain, drip to the dawn. Thoughts, old days, songs like wind chimes. Gradually, dark rain and empty courts, it is already unbearable, there have been several wind and rain, how many lingering, add another few loneliness from now on? I want to cover the wind screen, but the West wind cool sentimental will be sent. Drizzle in the rain, the night seems to be quiet but not quiet, the autumn breeze is full of gardens, the fall is colorful, the tenderness is full of broken ground, and when the leaves fall, I know the world
Wen/Ye-Ji (Suddenly thinking of writing some words for women who like to occasionally make sex, occasionally savage women, and want to tell some men who don’t understand women’s hearts. This might be the way they would love her. Want to test that if you don't love her, don't you love it? —- Inscription: You said irritably: "How can you do this?" I said bluntly: "Yes, I'm just like that."
The text is also delicate, bright and lovely. The breeze is blowing on the surface and Liuer floats. One edge pulls the two hearts together. Look at the thousands of rivers and gentle waters. Who cries and laughs? You should not enter my dreams, but you can enter. I should not stir your dreams, but you can stir up. The dream is beautiful, it is intoxicating, the dream is short, soon wake up, you can wake up, after all, is a dream, beauty, drunk