Rubber clay… Remember? Because you used to be my idea of sugar, even though it tasted a little bit spicy, bitter and hard to swallow, because you named it mustard sugar… In fact, it has a popular name called rubber paste for children to play with.
In high school, the language teacher Zhang is a lady of the town secretary’s daughter, but there is no official children proud and coquettish. Born gentle and dignified, temperament like orchid. Mathematics teacher Chen, tall, handsome, quick-witted, especially good at basketball, school basketball games can always cause girls to scream. Miss Li is our physics teacher. He is smart and smart. He takes chalk and chalk in one hand.
Love is like amber: The acquaintance between Long Shao (Long Congyan) and Qiong is always predestined to one night three years ago when several literary friends met at Li’s house to make fun of each other. The rain drifted like fog all night. I can’t remember what we talked about together. The only thing I can’t forget is that I got to know Joan. That day, vaguely remembering the power failure, we were drinking tea by candlelight, joking, reciting and discussing celebrities’life poems.
Knowing the cry shattered the silence of the night, the firefly spots outside the window, so that the dark night a little more emotional, such a scene makes my heart more restless, more miss you, more and more deeply miss you. I love you, because in conversation with you, I feel that I have found a lifetime friend, confidant, life is short, confidant is hard to find, I do not want to miss, do not want to regret for life, I hope
A beautiful light music woke me up. Mom opened her eyes and made breakfast as usual. The sun was shining through the window in the room. She lay lazily and stretched out a “limb exercise”! It is customary to turn on the phone, open the data, brush a circle of friends, and a message is surrounded by friends. NIKO and friends and Jun quietly married. They should also know about it when they worked in Xiamen last year. This
Love is like picking fruit, picking it too early, the fruit is not yet ripe, bitter and astringent, difficult to swallow; picking it too late, the fruit has been fully ripe, or slipped off the branches, or has been taken precedence by others. Encounter treasure, hard to meet. Your net name is called “cherish”, but you do not cherish me. So I always say you have no conscience, hard hearted and heartless, and say I know I can’t do it.
Xiao Zhang has been married for five years, and a three year old son is very white and chubby. His wife is very beautiful and talkative, but I don’t know why she seldom talks when she comes home. She talked a lot when she was in love with Xiao Zhang. She always liked to make jokes and make Xiao Zhang laugh. Xiao Zhang is very introverted, but he doesn’t know how to be romantic.
Free writer: what is liberty of tie Jian Li? I have never had any concept of meeting is free to let go is also a bit complicated and a bit mysterious process of youth, destroyed in the dream of dawdling, imagine, expect the result to be disappointed, or even despair, vegetables, rice, oil and salt walk together to understand that Platonic feelings are not a person’s full blossom and fruit premature. The fruit is always there.
A song of love supremacy, a song of praise of love feast, a song of love carol, the rising sun! 11 inscriptions  for a long time, did not wake up from the red dust; the noise of the city, vanished feelings; Purple mottle dust, leisurely rotation, my Iraqi ah! I am sleeping in my arms. Never reconciled to the nightmare awakened; trance night, lights blurred; fan.
Longing for love, and longing for love. Just met you in the throbbing years of youth. Remember the first time we met, it was a summer, thunder billowing, drifting rain, you stand on the bus platform anxiously waiting for the bus. When the bus arrives, you dash into the car with your head covered, you sit in front of me, and I sit behind you. I see you have a heart in the first eye.
Hey, stranger, it’s not too late to meet you. It’s a long-distance romance from Baoji to Nanjing. Starting today, I’d like to share our stories with you everyday, joy, sorrow, bitterness, and if you can, I hope our stories will be written all the way to marriage. In the world of changing hands, we want to see you forever.
Dear, I was wrong! I do not know how many times you are angry, it is a serious crime. What is unhappy and what kind of gas can you rush to me? I will be your punching bag all my life. Just hope that never because I make you upset, hope that you are happy every day, no matter how far away, no matter how many years, wish my blessing into the stars, shining every day of your life together with every one.
(1) 17 years old, muddled years, cold night alone crying, night lights on the back of the sky lament, in the belly of no appetite for food, can swear and she (he) old death do not contact, and then start again, everything does not start the same. Simple love once, no romance of holding hands; no warmth of first kiss; no warmth of embrace; but a trace of the memory of death. Heart is broken
Are you all right in her hometown? A few months ago, I will think of your beautiful long hair, and remember your pure smiling face, the long feeling, the sense of righteousness, with you in the brightest sunshine. Age is right, and people are good enough, but the distance is stretching each other’s hearts. Spring has arrived, flowers are opening, birds are singing happily, weeping willows are swaying in the wind, and the earth is gradually awakening. Stop footsteps,
With you to the end I know the future is unknowable, but at the moment I really hope that you are the last one of me. One day we don’t need a great love. I just want a person who won’t leave. When it’s cold, you can give you a cup of hot water and give you a cup of hot water when it’s hard to give you a cup of hot water. A hug will accompany you around you every way.
Thank you, my dear girl, and thank you for being able to accompany me when I need you, through the time I most need to be with, and today I will send this article to you, my dear girl. Remember? We, together every day, every second, the future you said, I still keep it, I will give you my remaining life. Two people must have gone through a lot before they can walk from ambiguity.
You don’t push the window to put the moon in, and the emptiness hits the tantalizing night. I open my arms to the windowsill and say to myself, remember, you are a person. Remember, you are dead. Death will conquer all vanity, money, beauty, time and fame. Hung up. Dare not turn around. I felt someone slapping my shoulder with slender fingers. Come on
The picture of our back-to-back hug is so wonderful that I dare not to think so much if I may be quiet in the warmth if there is that moment. If there is that opportunity, maybe I will not be afraid to stare if there may be the heart that I can miss you is too late to grow old if there is no time for me to be attached to your soul. Tired, our back to back embrace, though we can’t see each other, but feel the right way.
The day and the gentleman after the day to read the monarch, the night is difficult to sleep, but I do not know when and when to see you again, has fallen down, worry about the heart of the day is more heavy than the day, the feeling of monarch is deeper than the day, I do not know now, do you remember the original. There is no end in mind, and everything is good. Only because it takes too much, can not always accompany, how dare to forget the feelings of the day, just silently put in the heart, also looking forward to meeting that