In this world, as long as it is not a complete celibate, love is almost everybody’s experience in life, but some people love easily, some love dull, some love for ever, some love has only been owned. In love, the greatness of love can stand the test. The highest realm of love is to appreciate and understand each other. Remember love and cherish?
Although restrained, but still haunted by dreams, I did not go far, you have been around all the time
Although leaving, just wake up every time, or a dull pain, said good will not miss you, but still can not help thinking of you every day. I also understand that when you refuse to start, it is doomed that our world is doomed to the opposite direction. At that time, I endured the pain of my heart and told you that I hope to be a friend in the future. But I know, maybe I can’t get back to the beginning with you.
The one on the left – Yanzi Shuangchun flowers fragrant, with your breath, at eight o’clock, we will meet. Whenever I am alone, my eyes will see you very blurred, that cool plain face, that soft hair. Feeling happy, we walk face to face, walking. And you walk past me like a fantasy. There will always be a time in a day when I want to forget you, always
The crane is beating the sky. Love between rain and snow, withered branches and petals. Only the shadow man is independent, read in front of the window. Thoughts are fading away, wind and moon, how many fantasies, past events such as geese. A hundred years is but an instant.
In other words, in a world of flowers, this day, a great happy event happened in Budaleira. In the world of flowers, there are flowers everywhere, purple flowers, and flowers that look like human beings. Old King Lierhechi got a daughter, very small, exquisite and lovely, and he kissed her little feet. At this time, a kind of flower flashed through King Hecht’s mind, Pirissana. This kind of flower has a wonderful fragrance, but there is a special one.
My friend said that I am an iron tree for my feelings, unless it blossoms. Originally, I thought that I would not find a girlfriend in four years of university. I would like to be a good student who studies hard every day and spends all day in the library. As my friend said, the iron tree will never blossom. Later, until I met you, a person I never met seemed to fall in love with each other when I met him. Maybe we could also talk about it.
Break up, it’s better not to meet again in this life because you have already broken up, your relationship has become the past, why do you need to turn up the page that has been tired of each other? Because… If you meet and find out that he has no pockets at that time, he is just as good as he was when he did not break up. What about himself? Except for being a little older, everything is the same as before. In his opinion:
The hero loves a boy very much, though he did not come together in the end. But the hero’s heart has never changed. I remember that it was the night of 2015, and it was the first time he saw the heroine. Also let the boy feel that heart that has not beaten for a long time. Start slamming slowly. So he asked his friend the name of the girl. I also know that the girl had a boyfriend at that time.
No one is an island. In the vast universe, there are always people who care about you. You don’t have to worry, but don’t give up. Often we have more than we imagine, like stars. Although there are a few stars, there are always moments when they come together to shine in the sky. No matter how vast the universe is, how small we are, if we are willing to wait, we will always experience our own meteor shower. Twenty
On rainy nights, I held my umbrella and hobbled in the bleak alleys. The crisp rain drenched my autumn mood and blurred my thick manuscript, such as Dai’s ink, through the volumes. Rain silk, like melancholy fine twill weave, is it? Is it weft? Throughout the Tang and Song poetry graceful and sad! Landscape in My Dream
The locks of poetry in dreams are far and near. Today is a cold day. The recent weather seems to confirm this season. This year’s weather is a bit strange. It’s rainy and snowy, and it starts in the south. I’m not in the south, not in the north, and I haven’t had decent and complete weather at all. Sometimes there is a light rain in the sky, and the whole world seems to be wet, making it difficult for you to breathe; the snowpeanut is afraid of rain.
Spring love of wine, blowing about night, still remember the fragrance of soft jade. In March of that year, by the lake of Chuzhou, peach blossoms began to blossom, and I met the beautiful face occasionally. In my homeland dream, I cherish the Spring Festival and revert to the year of Acacia. I am a martial artist who hates to serve his country but has no chance. I have to fall in love with the rainy south of the Yangtze River. You are Zhu Menqianjin, Miss Fujia. You should have been a lady to marry, but you have been involved in the world for no reason. When I ask you questions, you answer with shame.
The wind caresses your cheeks, leans against the window and embraces your shadow quietly. I really want to pick up a spring blossom in my imagination and hold you with a smile. Meet you, such as the rain and dew nourishment, such as grass encounter the fresh sunshine, I will adhere to the original agreement, in the pure interpretation of the landscape, set into the most beautiful poems. When there is love, the sky is blue and the wind is blue.
It is no longer puzzling, youth is no longer, once, the fear of years, in fact, not only lies in the old age brought about by the growth of age, but fear with the growth of age, still nothing. Now, I find that because of you, I already have the whole world! Life is like a journey. You don’t want to and don’t have to show off who you’ve been with or who you’ve been with, because their sudden or imminent departure will only cause embarrassment.
Love is not silly. * * cliff, do not speak, put the moon waist hanging. In the deep slope of the forest, a pair of young babies. * * Valley, the wind is so big that the moon shave down. A small stream of grass and rocks runs down a bridge. * * the mountains, the clouds, and the moon. The love of the raven is really shyness. * * mountain village, not rough.
Towards the end of the year, you told me, this year can not go home to accompany my parents for the New Year, told me not to marry far away. The sadness, heartache and loss of the fundus revealed. To my surprise. Surprised at the sadness on your face, which was so cute and smiling like a child, I didn’t know how to comfort myself. At this moment, we feel the blanks of language. I remember when I first met you, I went to the new unit.
Youth can not stay, this youth, a person?? When did youth begin, I don’t know, I can’t remember, maybe the day I met a girl, I had youth. Youth seems to be only once in a lifetime. If it were twice, I would still drink a few mouthfuls of self-righteous beer under the same night sky, and hold it in the gall of wine.
For you to give up the first heart, but only for your moment of attachment; for you to pay the truth, but only in exchange for your gratitude; for you to speak of life, but only waiting for your eyes; for you and I choose to let go, but just watching you leave. “Ask the world what is love, only call life and death Xu” life to treat you, singing and drinking, instantly happy, into ashes. Whether or not?
In my circle of friends, she sees her everyday life every so often that, apart from her husband and wife’s random and funny self-photographs, she makes a home meal for her husband and sends it to her circle of friends, a pot of steaming knives to cut noodles, or strange-looking rolls and steamed buns steamed with filial piety powder. Sometimes she would get out of the mess when she came home from her evening shift.