Autumn wind blew down the phoenix tree, and the fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus floated in the long lane. Yellow leaves pave the way for this season, all the way down, the carefree wind swept the empty soul. The thoughts surging in the morning are flying on the branches. Who is staring at your eyes in the night, not five fingers in the air filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, intake of your mind, quietly lead you into
Don’t forget – I met so many people in such a big world, but when I met you, I knew you were the only one in my life. Don’t forget – when your confession is tense, your heart is racing. The phrase “I love you” has been wrapped in my throat for countless laps, and I can’t say it without forgetting it – the sticky sweat in my hands as I raise it in the hope that it will last until the end of time. Don’t forget – my most sincere love
Meet youth, meet you – Lu hang, in a sense, everything in the world is met. When cold meets warmth, there is rain; when winter meets spring, there is time; when Heaven meets earth, there is eternity; when man meets man, there is life. “The White Dew is frost, the so-called Iraqi, on the side of the water,” this is touching the heartstrings of the encounter. “This sister I have seen before,” this is Bao Yuhe.
The desecrated love letter / Sung Yuhui’s autumn afternoon sun shines warmly through the white window screen on the delicate jade carved features of Dugu Wenxin, giving off a bright and warm luster. At this time, her red dress shows a symmetrical elegant posture, and let her already very white face out of the faint red, but also add to the charming charm. The lonely heart leaned on the cream colored fabric sofa.
When you come near please do not intentionally miss I have been waiting for you to tremble the enthusiasm of the mountain path so as to meet you when you come near please do not ignore my late autumn still full of beautiful scenery and so on just to meet you do not know how many cool body and mind waiting for the dawn has been waiting for the youth of the world refused The withering season
We simply understood each other and understood each other simply. It is also simple and easy to produce goodwill. Goodwill comes from simple communication on the Internet. I thought we had a good start. I thought we would have a perfect future. I thought we could exchange our hearts with each other. I thought we could join hands with each other. Ha-ha! But after all, I just thought.
Like a person is very simple, sometimes without any reason, sometimes just because of a simple action, but I because of a song, like a person. She, a girl from other provinces, is about 1.55 meters tall, slightly fat, long hair fluttering, round little face, always with a sweet smile on her face, but also with two small dimples, beautiful and lovely. Our phase
Mid Autumn Moon * * River, no sorrow, let tears flow. How many working nights, how many out in the other place. Draw round with tears, one moon after another. * * autumn wind, no desolation, let cry weeping hills. How many lonely voices are there? Filled with the yearning, how many times the moon. *
It’s just a coincidence that everyone who sees her picture in a close marriage thinks she’s a goddess of a generation. But when you know her identity, you’ll think she’s a goddess and a role model for all women who want a happy marriage. She is the wife of Qian Xuesen, the father of Chinese missiles, and the vocal educator, soprano singer, and her name.
What’s the best thing you missed? Su Meng Xi in the bar was leaning on Qin Yu’s shoulders, and asked softly. She is the girlfriend of Qin Yu. She has known for some years. She does not like to drink in memory. She hates alcohol and is like Qin Yu. So how about you? What’s the best thing you missed? She was stunned for a while, apparently not responding.
You’re in vast Oceania, I’m in East Asia, surrounded by the sea on all sides; you’re in 150 degrees 53 E, 33 degrees 55 S, I’m in N 137 degrees 09’00, E35 degrees 05’00, all of which seem to be in the Pacific Ocean, and the difference between longitude and latitude is only one millimeter, but the gap in reality is one hundred and eighty thousand miles, so far away. There are so many differences between us. Why do I get so obsessed with you?
At night, the rain falls cool, picking up the autumn leaves in a piece of water, drawing a light light ripple. A picture of a misty rain, a small umbrella accompanied by a small dream. If the time is still good, the dream in the lock night, the wind bell is gentle, the small leaf shadow is scattered. The past fragrance may be the strange rain and tears, the broken water spray, let the dream shadow sleep on tiptoe. Fold a paper crane.
There is a deep love, called each other worried, but dare not entangle. This feeling is more painful than lovelorn, but it can never be said in the heart. It’s like a fishbone stuck in your throat. You can’t get it out, and you can’t swallow it. In the rest of your life, you can only worry about her, and her shadow is everywhere. In the end, this love can not be abandoned and abandoned love, can only immerse in your life’s dream.
Ah Yan, love you so hope you live, love you so pray for your health, love you so selfish want to live longer than you. When your painful hands are over your stomach, when you blame relatives for their apathy, when you’re tired of life’s gloom, when you occasionally get up after exercise and still have to take medicine, when you feel depressed, I seem to hold you, coax you to sleep, sing nursery rhymes to make you forget
Love across the longitude and latitude (1 time difference) You’re in vast Oceania, I’m in East Asia surrounded by the sea; you’re in 150 53 E, 33 55 S, I’m in N 137 09 00, E35 05 00 seems to be all in the Pacific Ocean, the longitude and latitude gap is only one millimeter, but the reality gap is one hundred and eighty thousand miles, then Out of reach. There are so many differences between us.
In the days when the clouds are clear, I like to write in a moonlight. I know that, like me, you have a deep love, a deep heart, and the shore of time. I folded my old joy into a poem that I wanted to read and spread gently under the brow. The time that has been spent before and after the moon is folded into a heart that never fade. For a long time, regardless of the first encounter or repeated, the fate of the sky, always give
Wen / heart softly leans against the door of time, watching the seasons quietly flow, and watching the flowers bloom in silence. For you, I wait for the years to become a never fading ink, hold an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone on the other side, waiting for a wonderful time to meet. Misty rain, splashing water flowers, open in my heart, like I think your feelings, misty, frequent review, but still a lonely shadow.
Today, she was married and looked at her message, I was silent. I pushed the door open and stood in the hallway, looking at the dark night, empty and empty. Everything is a game of fate. Everything is a choice of fate. The autumn evening wind is blowing, and a few are cold and some are bleak. Sweat drips from my face after running, and the sweat is as salty as tears. The night is a
It’s a fool’s hat, it’s a fool’s hat, it’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s a fool’s face, it’s a fool’s a fool’s a fool’s a fool’s face, it’ In the age of fewer people, it is obvious that they can not do well.
Wen / Yang does not flatter me. If I hold your hand, may I hope to see you all your life? When the smoke is misty and the rain is clear, it is a thousand years’ experience of the umbrella. When the moon is in the sky, you dance with the whole world. The blue lake light supports a ship Artemisia. Spend time with flowers and spend the night together. The glowing light of the red dust and the dim lights, I see you are weak.