Always want to transcend the soul, breaking through a blank sheet of paper
The blue sky swims in the restlessness of the world, stretching in a cloud
In the floating will be left the heart into the back of the horse
Tumbling scales of injuries and pains, crossing the grassland of the green sea
Followed by, the flock of sheep
I'd rather be a herdsman, wandering in the I'd rather be a shepherd, wandering between my fingers
The silence under the clouds
The return of the autumn leaves, the golden color
And a touch of foam in the scent of wine
The autumn of the river and the mountains, who can be refused again
And the yellow of the chrysanthemums, is that the tribute of love
Why does it always hurt this time of the year
Every night is always writing a series of stories
of a series of stories, a series of stories, a series of stories, a series of stories, a series of stories, a series of stories.
Every dark night is a string of codes deciphered with countless tenderness
That tenderness is the spark of the wilderness, the primitive password
At this time, thoughts don't need to be in and out of doors
Who is dissecting those missing years
In fact, all the knocks are meant to break the heart
or calm it down. But there is poetry in the language of the seasons
Closed eyes or open ones are flowing
The gurgling impulse only drowns the tears along with them
Whose picture swirls in the center of the lake with the undertone of a rose
The rose of longing By: Shiyi
When the train that is moving away from me
carries you far away from your home country
I have already turned my longing into a guardianship. I have already turned my thoughts into a watchful lookout
Looking at the delicate roses
In the fragrant path of the garden
Silently blossoming for you
A season of blossoms, the fragrance of the strangers, and the sadness on the pillow
Wandering on the west tower of the moon
A lot of sadness is sent to the madness
And with the song of the blossoming Yan Song
I let my longing for the love of long time overflow in my chest
I have been thinking about you for a long time.
In the misty crowd
There are you and me
I really want to hold your hand
Walking in the autumn rain
Searching for those everlasting happy days
I always want to remember you in my heart
Can 990 roses represent my love for you
My love for you is very special.
Love or not, I've already given you my heart
Red roses
Pure heart
It's really better for us to embrace in the rain
How about we listen to each other's heartbeats
Underneath the umbrellas, there's a man and a woman
How many tears and how much affection?
How many tears, how many pains, how many thoughts
The days of sadness and crying have long since been turned into
A love buried deep in my heart
Dazzled with so much confusion
Love is always a dream
To have you forever
It's impossible to realize
How can I forget when I've fallen in love?
The love of roses is always hypocritical
The love of roses is never sincere, pure and long lasting
I regret that I gave you so many roses
In fact, the red leaves are your treasure
How can there be roses in the autumn wind
I won't give you the love that is shaky
You said that love must always be firm. Forever must be firm
So I regret giving you love like a rose
I regret cutting my thoughts away
Oh roses in the wind
You and I in the rain in a tight embrace
Harvesting today and tomorrow and the day after that
Fragrant roses
Blooming in someone else's garden
When will you pick for me
Planting roses of affection
I imagine, you return
Sticking a bouquet of flowers
Taking root and sprouting. The hope
penetrates the bright moonlight
Ah, the fragrant rose
Upside down, I keep thinking of you
You're here, looking out of the window at the bright moon
Not here, the moonlight is like water blowing over me
The remnants of the scent, the flowers, the empty building
The pain, the passing of the far away
The rose, the rose
The love of a man who has planted a flower by his own hand
The rose, the rose
That's what I think. I closed the noisy door
and opened the window of roses
Roses, roses, roses
Your reddish color and fragrance
have intoxicated the hearts of all the loving girls in the world
and sweetened the fragrance
and made me fall in love with my lover
. Roses, roses, roses
You're a romantic flower
You've enchanted the world
The souls of all the girls in love
You're soft and tender
You're even more in love with your beloved
Roses, roses, roses
What a wonderful effect you have had
How many times you have blossomed
The love of a young girl
You're a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman. p> A young girl's love trick
There's no denying it
You're the best trick in the book of love
A woman's beauty
can come from her natural beauty or her packaging
But a woman's beauty
comes from the details that stand up to the years
In the twilight of the last weekend in May
at her house, I saw her in her room, and I saw her in her room. p>
A pot of jasmine in her yard
A smile in a photo album from the 1940s
A blonde boy to her left who has fallen on his face
A lifetime of passionate celibacy
Flowers and plants spread their fragrance in layers in the yard
Vases of cut flowers sit on immaculate furniture
The walls are decorated with her own paintings. On the walls are paintings and drawings she painted herself
A woman with a legendary love story
One life, one person
Linger on her story
Silence is my only word
The wind ruffles her silver hair
A nephrite-colored stand-up-collar cheongsam
I turn to see white roses blossoming in the ceramic pots. White roses
The line of sight fell in love with the faint smile at the corner of her mouth
In the garden of beautiful flowers,
roses are the most vivid life.
She is pure and beautiful, unassuming, extremely cultured,
shyness hidden in the hot feelings,
mellow and kind as a fairy,
beautiful posture is like the first love of the girl's smile.
Roses are loved by all,
A rose sends a deep feeling.
"Clanging rose" praise
Clang means strong, independent, self-confidence,
Rose means beautiful, sensibility, tenderness,
Clanging rose is the perfect combination of the two,
on behalf of the urban women to pursue independence, love of freedom, and feel the spirit of the times,
The rose is a perfect combination of the two,
representing the pursuit of independence, love of freedom, feel the spirit of the times,
The rose is a perfect combination of the two.
The Clanging Rose is a perfect combination of the two,
representing the urban woman's pursuit of independence, love of freedom, and feeling of life,
retaining the subtle, gentle, and beautiful female beauty given by the Chinese culture,
The Clanging Rose is a perfect interpretation of the contemporary Chinese woman,
I am full of passionate praise for the Clanging Rose!
I remember that once
every time I came here
it was hazy
I saw your beautiful figure
swaying in the wind
like a candlelight in the dusk
but also like a hope in the morning
blurred but not elusive
you may not know
that just a few steps away, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
The distance of a few steps
is like a world away in my eyes
You don't understand
My red rose
Do you know what I've been doing all these years
My red rose
Do you know that I've been waiting for you to Open up
And take in your fragrance
Now
I'm alone
Walking alone
Holding my own shadow
Walking slowly
Looking at the trees around me
And counting the flowers around me
It's become my daily routine
All those memories
I can't forget.
I don't dare to forget it
I just think about it from time to time
I grin from time to time
I feel my pockets
and realize I can't afford to buy a red hairband
When I'm alone
I always think about those things that are called vicissitudes of life
In the future
Who do you want to see the roses bloom in all their splendor?
A smile and a shyness
Silence and anticipation
Silence and anticipation
Silence and anticipation
Who smells the fragrance of a love affair
A love affair that can't be picked by a fish
Knowing the cold and the warmth of the sea
The rain and the wind are all over the place
The light of day is a common concern
When will you dare to pick a rose
The wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing.
Even the wind blows
Even the rain beats
Roses hide under the trees
Tender petals roll in water
In the rain, the roses are shy
The wind stops
The rain doesn't stop
After the rain the roses look like the evening sunlight
After the rain, the roses are more ripe
There's a rose in the rainbow in the sky.
I can't praise your grace enough
Oh, your unparalleled fragrance! Your unparalleled fragrance
has a beautiful romantic mood
Deeply, it gives me an infatuation shock
You're the first rose in my life
You're destined to be the love of my life in the past and in the present
Look at the blossoming of your smile
I've fallen in love with you at the very first sight
Will you keep believing in me all the time?
Will you always believe in me
Believe in my innocent heart
I'll always be infatuated with you
How quiet the landscape of time is
But this body of mine that loves you
Has a hot wave rolling through it
You're the first rose of my life
I'll be reading about your beauty for a long time.
Revel in your softness
I'm going to sing a dream song for you
Thousands of years of hope have come true
You've driven away a thousand years of loneliness and solitude
A thousand years of silence
Finally, because of the intoxicating scent of your flowers
Love has a connection
And love has an infatuation
In the midst of love, I am in love with you.
On the day of longing
I'll send you a bouquet of roses
and light a candle
to add some scenery to you
to experience a kind of
heartwarming sensation
Thorny roses
become old branches
with a touch of blush
and emit a dark fragrance
the fragrance of youthfulness
is also very strong, and it's a good thing.
The passion of youth is surging
There is no moon tonight
Lights are flickering outside the window
Only the wind whispers
A song of red bean red
Floods my mind
My heart dances and sways alone in the old song
Still I won't
Unwrap myself from the aftermath of the rain
Refusing to remove the fiery red clothes ignited by my passion.
I just hope
that in this hurrying rain
I can be the brightest sight in your eyes
But
what the refreshed memories have thrown at me
is just a blank space
in my cheeks
one by one, rolled up in crystals
as if it were a crystal. Crystals
My friend! That's not the work of the rain
That's a bunch of tears that fell on
my heart
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