Winter months, pieces of snow fluffy white feathers, to guaner posture, floating into the heart of the garden, touching the depths of the heart of the soft side. A special significance of the day, so that I am incomparable miss Jiangnan, miss Jiangnan that water condensation smoke of the elegant woman.
Dreamy years, this way, no invitation, you and I separated from a delineation of the North and South boundaries of the river, guarding each other in the flow of time. From the peach, to the summer breeze, from the maple leaves, to the snow, each time the season changes, there are you have not lost silent follow. In this affection, although there is not too much confession and confession, but my heart is always full of endless gratitude, touched.
Suddenly look back, the initial memory of the pages, has been warm yellow halo. Those slightly frustrated fragments of the past, but again and again to come to the window of the heart. Even though the deep love, but also can not block the hurried pace of time, the seasonal wind, how many of the old obsession has withered. The most important thing is that you have a love that is swaying in the light and shadow of the sadness and happiness.
You said, too much care for a person, will lose self. My emotional road, from the beginning to the end is smooth, never had such a bone-deep feeling, and do not know how to use what words of relief to be considered appropriate. When a person they love can not be accompanied day by day, the only thoughts and suspicions entangled in the lonely time. Think, this love, inevitably sweet and bitter mixed. Feelings of this kind of thing, in addition to blessing and worry, bystanders can not help what. The deepest heartache, can not bear for it. I can't help but feel the pain of your love for each other.
The fate of the childhood sweethearts has long been planted. Ten years of separation, have not diminished love, I believe, is really deep enough! There is a kind of thoughts, in the sky you can not see, open into the pattern of white lotus. He said that the tears that haunt the soul, wet the clothes of the years, thoughts like the autumn wind is more than, straight to your city. Outside of time, the initial heart is not idle, this a deep love, I have been touched in the scenery outside the ripples, and the wind and moon in the realm of you, must be powerless to refuse.
Although we have not met, but has always felt that you are a kind and lovely woman, a little barbaric capricious, he must be often spoiled to let you. Love across the mountains and water, too much time, space shackles, making the two hearts can not be closely embraced, it is difficult to avoid thinking about the torment. I don't know whether it was right or wrong to help you make that decision. And my original intention is to hope that you are happier, I hope that your life no longer have bitter melancholy. In the days that followed, I often blamed myself for supporting your choice. Time and time again to secretly visit, those words flow out of the bright sour, I know, this a road of no return, can no longer pull back to you a heart of love to pay. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this.
You know that there is always some helplessness in this world, and you can never change. So, you are entangled, you sigh. The woman who was once as quiet as water, but also fell into a kind of cloudy and misty situation. Initially, we had said: learned frankly, lost calmly. At any time, the favorite person is their own, for love to leave a step to turn around the margin. Those words, you will forget? You also said: who came into your life, is determined by fate, who stays in your life, but by your own decision. However, it is difficult to be autonomous when you are deep in your heart!
This life, we will meet countless people, do not have to understand everyone, as long as there are one or two know their own heart, it is enough. Life is rushed and thin, we can bear the pain is limited, the same, we can accept the love, is also limited. Whether it is love, friendship, affection, the love we can give, is more limited issue. For love, it is the perseverance of two people, and in times of hardship, it is even more necessary for two people to support each other with their faith. Love on the road of millions of miles, the only idea, you hold each other's hearts and walk.
You said, as long as he is well, you are sunny. And this one warm to touch the words, in my in your, and not so! In our shallow intersection, I just want, there is a sunny destiny favor, good luck, to be able to surround you, so that your light often accompanied by bright flowers. How would you like to you, the years of frost, light hidden a know-how; tread horse and come to the good man, will accompany you in the years to come, and always keep your beautiful innocence.
Whether you are happy or unhappy, there is his care and love. So, most of the time, I chose to be silent. Only in the heart for you to pray, may you occasionally cloudy days, early past. The moon is deep and thick, I want to accompany you in every moment of sadness and suffering. Even if, without words. Whether or not you perceive.
Light flow, over the years, has been y in love with your gentle and beautiful, but also love your faintly sad appearance. You are like a river of spring water, loaded with long spring sorrow, may the wind of the shore, you look forward to waiting. I wish you the deepest warmth, I wish you the quietest posture, flowers, smile, embrace all the love and like in life. You are the Jiangnan of my heart, you are the time I would like to spend my life, love and cherish the woman.
Smoke wave light roll, landscape clear spirit of the Jiangnan, you are my most beautiful hang-ups. The bottom of the heart over and over again to draw the Jiangnan, because you are poetic and beautiful. Luzhou city moonlight, light up a beautiful face, you knit your brows smile face, write all the tenderness of Jiangnan. A frame in the beautiful picture, pouring my whole life feelings, you are fond of. Eight years, I have never forgotten in your a beautiful established date. Every year today, will send you a heartfelt expression. Record the warmth of our destiny to turn around and not to leave each other. Whether you see or not, you will be my eternal treasure.
Winter months, falling plum bones, hold up the branches of time. The cold period, the thought of a beautiful woman, living in the winter snow picturesque Jiangnan, the heart will be flooded with warm soft. A song of high mountains and flowing water rhythm, listen to your world of wind and rain and sadness, a line of brocade word thin idea, read your eyebrows on the heart of the ò knot. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
After this season, it is spring. I think that the warmth of the spring sun, pouring down on your brow, the faint condensation of smoke worry, will be lightly dispersed. The woman who has a clear and undisputed heart, gives time a warm note
Sentimental romantic beautiful love letter example: you are my thoughts of a lifetime
Sentimental romantic beautiful love letter example: you are my thoughts of a lifetime
You are the hand of the lamp line, can not speak of the sunny days, there are bitter and sad, inevitably there is a so-called never see again, the wind inside the rain behind the past, the future and past events, who is the ink ink rivers and lakes, the promise of a lifetime of vows, the night asked me, love asked me, the vow, the night asked me, the love asked me, the vow of a lifetime. The night asked me, love asked me, thousands of vows, said endless lies, lies, if you ask how much of life's edge, how much debt owed in the past life, I think I will be simple, ordinary, say a bashful, tell you have been ordinary, no edge, the afterlife of the hangings, just the heart of the thoughts.
Fireworks cold, my heart cold a few autumn, dream on the moon, goblet broken a few meet, wrong wrong wrong, a world of Jiangnan, hard to read life's most beautiful, the moon fly, the clouds chased, clear sky thunderbolt in order to who, think back to you, love and hate, love also hate, a good painting hazy, please enter the mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers, when the courage of the three armies, and later disarmed, I do not know when, spring and autumn is unharmed, love you are a few models, can not speak of the sunny days, can not see through The sunny days, impervious to the thunderbolt shock.
Good wine is thick and unnecessary, life is not drunk, hate is also tired, hurt is also tired, the life of the appearance of Hua, not worth your spring and autumn a painting, a hundred years of attachment, tearful love eyes, hazy ancient temple, don't wind Suyi, pillow hidden in a thousand flavors, you are the most beautiful, the most beautiful, unseen easily, the snowflakes fly around the eyes of love, kissed goodbye to leave the tenderness of the scattering, break the rights and wrongs, hurt people's souls, the only, the only, the last thought of memories of the one. I don't understand, don't understand a cup of hibiscus.
A line of heaven, no fate to write gathering and dispersal, this life has a hang-up, fall in love with a tearful person, fall in love with a soul that will cry, accompany you to see the sunny days, accompany you to see the dusk, that is the good night of the parting, who can see the face in the mirror again, rolled my company to sing the song of departure, the spring warmth of the flowers bloomed, you walk so that I can not see the future, the world of the red rain for whom the red make-up of the thoughts of the moon and the wind, no fate, no fate to hang up, no more The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
Love, put on the left and right, can not see the face of the once, miss, can not write the picture of the promise, love, can not understand your heart of me, hanging on, hanging on in the past life, no destiny of gathering and dispersal of a, in exchange for two lines of tears and rain. Sing to the wine, the small seal flavor moonlight cold, life is impermanent, gardenia blossom, break into the end of the world is also no other shore, the story let the cover began to write, life let miss a go, hard to say, hard to say, this life entrusted to, only for the Izumi. Propped up their own eyes, break off their own past, the dream is not seen, people are not seen, the shadow of the wound, still alone.
It is too late to speak, you have gone away, you see, the broken shadow in my heart has been unable to stick to mend, is a dream, swaying a lifetime of willingness, in the end, just I am willing, willing, love you is a kind of trust, is a kind of unspeakable, when I look back at the year's euphony, has become a sorrowful parting, the love of the difficult to understand, difficult to understand the dream, the only thing that is difficult for you to please, it is the season of the wind, it is your feathers, so that I know the end of the world, can not see the The other side of the shore, holding hands to send you, is that I can not catch the afterlife, look at the shooting star, can not see the promise of the shooting star, look at the sunny day, you are the last sunny day, the face in the mirror, the last picture, can not write the life of the fondness.
When I understand, you have left, when my heart is broken, and you, has not come back, when the wind and moon shuttle my mind, I have been unable to forget, snowflakes bloom, hibiscus to come, the only lovesickness do not see the person, love, do not turn back, love, in the heart, the only thing that you do not come close to the head of the dream, the love of the lax, the wind breaks, the eve of dreaming less how much of the picture, love, in vain, the love of the broken, the wind and the moon glowing, and the last only left The smiling face of rubbing shoulders, tender picture, love lax, is the wind, is the rain, forget the river and mountain, phoenix is who the rain, Nanke is who hangs on, the past is tied up, the fate of this life is scattered, your face, my thoughts, my heart, the end of the world for a lifetime.
Ask the end of the world, who's smiling, who is who's blossoms, life and death decision, the fate of the past life, the fate of the dream, and ultimately are blossoms into the picture, the most red dust, laugh at the parting, ten miles of peach blossoms, falling in love with you, is just a kind of no fate of no fate, you don't understand, I don't ask, a lifetime of Rongma, don't know that you're married to, I don't look at it, the heart doesn't read it, the tears as the rain and the wind, the dusty heart of the past empty sighs you, how many people, how many deaths, a song of the flow of the fragrance. Love and hate broken heart, the story from how to look like, waiting for a season, hurt a true heart, this fate, just have the fate of no points, this fate, just break the fate of the handicapped.
Who understands the heart, for whom the flowers bloom, the beauty of life and who saw the hibiscus a smile, Nanke, who point troops for miles, flowers and moon indulgence, indulge in wine thoughts, no cause to write sadness, hate, so unconscious, edge, rubbing shoulders, laugh at the red dust, how pathetic, the young man into the painting, the earth's Brahmaputra, the only heartstrings of the wind and the moon hanging, the rainbow bridge, the appearance of the earth, the wind and the moon are not constant, who is the most beautiful in life, who is a sum of money, the song of the sorrows, the most beautiful, and who is a sum of money. Life is bleak, flowers bloom and fly, no intention to measure.
The yin and yin circle and lack of, folded face hanging no harm, thinking about the hazy memory, the flow of life for whom the three lifetimes, pillow a drop of cold heart tears, think of a song of the wind and moon strings, people go, the heart is cold, the wind and the moon is impermanent, Nanko tears, who laughed at my sadness, no wind alone tears, tears everywhere on earth, the love, hard to say goodbye, hard to understand, people, hard to send, hard to meet, at the beginning, if it is to look back again, why should it hurt the remnants of the dream, demeanor mercilessly, the snap of the finger The world's prosperity is not worth the look of your eyes.
The human condition is a cold painting, Xiao Qiao running water on earth cold autumn asked, dresser, dream Nanke, painting the city for whom to marry, red women, the beauty of the world, snowflakes laugh at my sentimental distress, I look at the world's bleakness alone to ask the heavens, the language is not shocking to hurt the soul of the lamp, who, picking a lamp at night to see the sword, who, the heart of do not miss the double tears, the wind and waves alone, a person wasted away, the end of the world, the last dream of the other side of the shore, alone, alone, alone to guard the empty hole
Flower fall people broken heart, mind changeless, who think memory for my healing, on the evil play once at a loss, red dust love song, the last course, cut off the rest of life, you have the rhyme of fangzhi, flowers bloomed in the haze, young, and a few models, time to repent in the last shore, chaotic yaoji still write the goblet in the heart, the wind blowing away, dream a piece of the last of a few, the last of a few forgetfulness, the days of August, away from the people of the sea, the wind blowing away, dream a piece of a few last, the last of the few forgetfulness, the days of August, away from the people of the sea. Jianghu initially is not destiny, laughing about life, ten miles of peach blossom.
Ten fingers of tenderness, a paper sunny days, if you are, I do not understand, each other gloomy, is good to get together and good to break up, and a paragraph of peach blossom dream, the cold on earth, the wind and the moon is not constant, who is not destined for a sunny day, who the east wind and sunset, a thousand treasures of the ancient Shakespeare, the bucket of the stars, can not resist in the eyes of the south of the river, a fan of the wind and the moon to understand, and dream of the clutch of ice, the heart cool and bleak, piercing the heart is difficult to understand, the seventh of July is sunny, and the last no destiny to write the east wind, laughing, edge, laugh at the edge of the break edge dispersal, the edge of the come! The smile is not seen, the person is unforgettable, the Big Dipper in the, acacia broken, bleak piece.
Things in peace tears in the wind, the moon in July people in the South, bitter dreams, fee suspicion, a line of sky, the South Tower of the moon, draw a knife to break the water more water flow, hate not through the full moon, the vicissitudes of the past, the sea roars, fingertips once also laughed, tenderness is not worth the tears in front of the eyes, the South Creek Xiao Qiao Acacia break, ten years, how many ten years, cut me a world of hanging on to the bleak, the goblets of wine, how much uncertainty blossoms and flowers fall, the words of a word of the sky, and the last end of the world. The dawn wind and moon comb red makeup, see the fate of the next marriage, the final is not the flawlessness of yesterday's encounter.
phoenix and luan South Africa, lose a paper of the vicissitudes of the sea, years and years of fighting, washed out the prosperity of the year, I do not know when, to meet the once-flamboyant, you, in the end of the world's strings, swaying my heart of the unattached, I, the wind and the moon is not always the same, just to write the final companionship, the river and the mountains into the picture, it is difficult to beat her in your eyes, the wind for a while, the person breaks the soul, the dream of cold tears, a piece of heartlessness, when to cut short the once and in time to forget should be the star of the sky, the palm line
I use a lifetime, want you a ride, this is the rest of the life is tied to the next life, I waited once, waiting for a lifetime, this life is this life is tied to. The person who understands you is very far away, and the heart that wants to hurt you is very bitter, thinking is a kind of torture, looking at each other is a kind of loneliness, too much sadness and begging for pity can only become a short film of love. The blossom of the edge, broken the idea of love, the dream of life, stained the helpless wind, you are the last sunny day, the last haze, I just borrowed you a ride, send me a lifetime.
Smoke and rain a thousand red, can not resist the thought of hanging, life is not destiny, only blame me for acacia commitment too much care, look at the rivers and mountains, the moon all sad people sadness, speechless written full of tears of loneliness, who clear the wind and lock the moon, who healed the last of the lonely, so far the thought of the short time to wander, for the sake of the sadness, the song write the best wandering in life, the lyrical is the word of who is fond of who is a good get together, a section of the flow of the goblet, a section of the The last evil, just a song of madness.
Rush that year, people go lovesickness broken, tears write floating life read, how many souls, how many souls, how much, naihe break my three life's destiny, the size of this life, the next life's hang-ups, read, don't understand, and a kind of bondage, the only wandering seriously, the only madness is not words, thousands of moods, the last only a sentence, no complaints, shadow around the hang-ups, chopping off the life of a renewed without a destiny, who is it, bye-bye, never again, the rest of his life in vain. The night of the east wind, around my three lifetimes hanging.
Two tears wasted, wash my life desolate, beautiful painting style, hurt feelings seriously, familiar with life without words, send off in the next life, a good one fate gathering fate scattered, the final song scattered people end, why love each other can not be together, is the location, is man-made, but also the language can not be reconciled, the wind shuttles me a lifetime of no fate, people chopped off my last shore, never see each other again, just once hanging around with no chance to constant life, the people, how much to write! The first thing you need to know is how much you are going to be able to get the best out of your life, and how much you are going to be able to do it.
Only that, that do not understand the familiar, approaching the strange, the heart really hazy, hanging on to a lifetime of destiny, the edge has no edge, people do not have a share, just a piece of seriousness, familiarity, can not see you again never see again, the day dawned, if you are sunny, why should I hurt my inability to return to the sky, into the dream, the depth of the night into the painting, a song of phoenix, around the beam for a week, promise me the next life do not see, the body in the red dust, laughing and proud of the jiangshan, right and wrong to come to mind Injured, the dream woke up, people go, the world to see a wide, only to know, love shallow, love thin, life is short.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: in love with a lifetime of promise
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: in love with a lifetime of promise
I drunkenly dance spring sleep, picking the peach blossom smile, converted to the red dust anger and love and resentment. The spring, in my buds in the language of flowers, in love with the heart of the matter as a lotus. Your drunken winter sorrows, picking up the tears of the icy moon, quiet as a Bodhi Zen mind. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
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Holding a sunny umbrella, walking in your rainy season, salvaging the ice flowers. My song, together with your verses, was buried by the remnants of red in this life. The hibernating snowflakes, melting a thousand years of sentiment, blossomed in the April days of the coming year, making the most beautiful covenant with the spring. I am that bloom in the palm of your red face, come to this world to walk for a while, just to run to a love affair with the king in the past life. You are the piece of blue face falling in the heart of Yi, to this world to walk a time, not for the sake of fame and fortune, rich and powerful, only to run with the Secretary for a past life to go to the flowers and moonlight.
Under the moonlight of memory, you use a clear word to wait for the wind and moon in the past life. I playfully stood on the moonlight lake, with the eyes of the stars to light up the fireworks of the world, remembering the next life. I want to walk with you hand in hand through a snowfall, the snowflakes falling into the heart of the eyebrow, are ambiguous into a peach petal in the spring breeze, with love for her to embellish the color, in your title page engraved with a lifetime of promised vows. The end of love, in fact, has long been as promised, only to wait for you to go with me to the previous appointment, it will be complete.
Those years, the emaciated verse has been old, leaving only a few wisps of delicate red, with your warmth. I want to pick the poetic moonlight, hang her under your sky, and drink with you to keep each other until old age. I would like to revisit the love poems and vows I wrote to you again and again. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
I'm a butterfly of the sea, wet wings, but the delusion of crossing the end of your days. You like to hide in the lonely spring city, buy drunk alone. Your roof, whether it is my dream water town, copied into a volume of ink, just waiting for the Secretary's stay Fang, can wait for the memories. I am in the ambiguous sunshine, last night depicted into this morning's painting, but forgot to leave Jun's inscription. Only, watch in the lintel of spring, the lilac flowers of sorrow are grinding into the night rain, listening to Jun's whispers.
Second,
Waiting for a season of spring rain, the spring ambiguous open into this life's forgetfulness, fell into your palm, budding. Under my roof, there is the guardianship of your pouring city, and the love language I left behind in the wind. My verses are the sunshine that captures your heart and shines on every night and dawn in your life. In this life, I only wish to fold my heart for you like a lotus, sleeping into a heart lotus in the rain. In the next life, I only want to dance for you drunkenly moonlight, sleep into a wind forget-me-not.
When you, stepping on the tide of fate, stepped into my lotus, lonely chanting. I am in a tree of prosperous memory, pick a petal of poetry heart, remote mail. You sit in the lonesome lotus fragrance, holding the spring ambiguity in your hand, and paint every sunny day of my life. I'll step into your tide, put the bright verse, bloom every inch of your azure blue. I want to seek the red dust of the piano, for you to compose a piece of music of the soul. You will be in my world, like a shadow, like a follow, brightening every sunny day of my life love you.
The rain of the season, stained red fingertips of the autumn color, alone floating. Your ravings fell into the moonlight of acacia, by my strings, again and again thoughts. In my dream, you hold a sunny umbrella, walking in style, inviting me into the dream. In your dream, my curvy soul, in each of your azure blue, sprinkled with the red beans of acacia. Your eyes are a ray of sunshine that opens in the pure land of my soul. My poetry is a rainbow that folds into your clear sky.
My love letter, the spring ambiguity, for you to build a small bridge and water, the peach source of ten miles of Lanzhou ferry. Meeting you is the most beautiful encounter in this life, is the heart and the heart of the **** song. I want to wait with you in the moonlight of this life **** the same nest, for you to make a star wish in the next life. Would you like to light up the only light of the earthly world for me in the vision of the next life?
Third,
The stars on the other side of the river, for you to light the lamp. I am in your dream, folding sorrow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at it. Afterwards, pick a delicate spring flower and walk on my cloud. You are the shore that I rely on in this life, ambiguous my love for a lifetime. I am your brush in the spring, just for the sake of warping in your poetry, drunk into a thousand years not thankful lotus flower.
You came, like the poetry of April on earth, is ambiguous, is love, is the murmur of the blossom. I'm in your world, searching for that pair of affectionate eyes, wet last night's stars. That open book of poems, read by you again and again, yellowing at my temples. My spring, early stationed in your winter snow, quietly crazy growth, just the peach blossom in your heart has not yet blossomed. Your piano, ferrying my good time, put like a dream of lavender blooming all over my moonlight.
Silent moonlight, has been hanging on the scroll of acacia, murmuring love language. I put like a lotus heart, folded into a poem, with your zither, naked in the moonlight, kissing with the passing days. Under my starry sky, may there be you, gazing with deep love. Your figure is everywhere in my memory. Because you, is my ambiguous sun in this life, is my April day on earth.
I am a lovesick bird, but can not fly out of your azure blue, willing to rest in the palm of your hand, with you to turn the long-cherished wish of this life into a sweet dream. You bundle my flowery fragrance into a budding lotus, snowbound. I sleep in your tenderness, pavilion. When spring comes, tear a peach petal to pieces, and tear the spring breeze to pieces, just to write a love poem that lives with heaven and earth, and will remain fragrant through the ages.
Fourth,
I hope to stroll in the most beautiful April days, and you run to a flower and moon. In order to chase your Jiangnan, I have been searching for the moon picking hand on earth, wonderful poetry fairy. Are you plowing the beauty of the snow, implanting a dream in the same peachland of you and me ****, Brahma spring rain. I want to, with a peach dimple, lovingly do not want to return to the spring wind, the sky flying verses, are folded into meteors, hanging in your clear sky, for you to spread the blessings of the angels.
The love of the red dust, converted to your landscape on earth. I spread the moonlight all over your path, turning into a pair of colorful butterflies, dancing all the red sleeves and tears. Who are you the sea, passing through her Acacia forest, picking the red beans of the past life, just to return to silence a peach blossom courtyard of the falling red. I want to be stationed in your back, turned into a lonely lotus language, for your loving heart, indulge in your gentle eyes, with you to convert to the red dust.
On my shore, you swim alone. Drunk into the moonlight snow dream, in my springtime, melting. I send in a lotus fragrance, watch for a thousand years, but can not forget the love of the city. If that love, such as the rainbow after the rain as brilliant, how do I not get lost in the gorgeous scenery, and you embrace. If the kiss of the world, such as a brilliant as the stars of the fireworks, how I do not get lost in your spring city, with you holding hands for life.
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White memory, melancholy a love flower, sleeping in the dusk of the setting sun, drinking alone in the west wind alone cool. The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the past, the past, the past, and the present.
You use a beautiful dream, folding the heart like a lotus, sleeping in the eternal lotus fragrance, and my verses long time together. I am in the pith after the farewell, the season's blue bloom all over your lake, loving your poetry fragrance. Your figure, is a ray of sunshine, dispersed the red dust of the sadness, the sole legacy of the truest and most beautiful. I'm in your city in the sky, sowing poetry and love red beans, only hope for you to pick a wisp of fragrance, always accompany the side of the gentleman.
Jiangnan's spring rain, your footsteps into my dream. In that dream, you stepped on a cloud sail and wrote a love poem for me. I take a peach dimple, the love of the spring breeze, are loaded into the next life of the orchid boat, sailing together to the eternal ferry, waiting for you to go to the past life of the agreement.
This life, the next life, the next life. I will wait for you, waiting for you in the spring breeze, waiting for you in the Jiangnan rain and smoke, waiting for you to see the sunny Xizi Lake again. I know, you will come, you will not fail to live up to the beauty of the good times, will be with me about the flowers and the moon. Happiness, is holding in your hands spring ambiguity, and I only want to hold with you, chanting an eternal spring.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: close to you, warm me
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: close to you, warm me
Thinking of you, such as the tide, the wind whimpering on the winter night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
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There are people in the red dust who are obsessed with love, and they don't know what the love is. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
Some thoughts, the waves beat the shore, y kissed the river of life, humor and your feelings, Run heart silent, with the winter snow drifting, fall on the pillow peacefully. Touching my hair, drunk with a few touch of time, confusingly always you are not familiar with the face.
The other side of the light, you are. I ride the wind, if the moth, there is no temperature of the ashes, burned to the bone. An eye, the wood is happy; an embrace, the city of grace. That chasing the coolness of hope, the end of the smoke dissipated. In your arms into sleep, the dream, the earth and come.
Close to you, warm me.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry.
There is always no expectation in life, no intention, but the willow has become a shade. Perhaps, it is fate. In the netherworld, you are a swallow in front of the hall, mottled years, thousands of water, can not withstand the once station. I look in the wind, those joys, those sorrows, deep hidden is the life of the past. Your love, caught off guard, forward or backward, is ultimately simple. Eternal is the mingling of the heart and mind, precipitated by the initial vow of lush.
Some light time, I dare not recall. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The stranger's flowers bloom, fragrant but mixed with sadness, like fireworks, bright and failed to catch up with the unexpected. The river of my memory, there is blood in the flow, mixed with the mixing of tears, less red for a number of years. Shallow and light, lonely in the years; years old, seeped in the bone. Strip it, but also a peace of mind, branded in the bottom of the heart, the scar remains. The beautiful years, glistening with the scenery is beautiful, but I am looking at, no smile. Always longing for that face, and I look at me late at night, playing on the stamens of the night, to make up for the scars of my heart. Far away, near, clear, hazy. The original, or never had, the original, or never close. The warmth of my expectations, stranded in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Do not want to deceive, the heart said moving, bury all the panic, can not dissipate, your back. I draw lightly on the night, outlining the bang. And the heart moved, or your warmth, and peace of mind. Love for you, immaculate, clean, such as the northern fringe of the sweet. My pride, lost to a sentiment; my humility, can I remove the makeup without acting? Dating the dusty as well as the warmth of the present world, quietly guarding the time, old age in the night with you.
You say heartbeat, I say bone. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I expect only a simple quiet night, never, bright fireworks.
The moon is falling, the river maple fishing fire. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The acid mixed with sweet, stunning, a season of pure beauty. I love the call, in your heart valley shock, circuitous, is entangled after the perseverance. You, irreplaceable, I give back to not leave and not give up. The tenderness and timelessness of your heart, blooming, is the desire to move between the eyebrows of the heart. Some people miss and do not regret, some people chasing in the wind, difficult trekking. Red dust in love, a lifetime waiting for a person, my ultimate romance, how to meet in your hand? So, crazy night jealousy eyes
Distant, is the distance heart number; at hand, is the heart of the language of mutual understanding. Some things, objective to you, can not touch, is your helplessness. I can't say the name of love, but the soul and soul know each other, is purely cherish the edge of the white head. Get a person's heart, separated from the end of the world, your afterglow glance, but also visible to my love exposed. The flurry of disturbance, the eternal is always true, stick to your love, the day will be able to flow in the clouds and water. Some love, the beauty of the world, separated from the cliff, the two look at each other. The moral and secular restraints are not overcome, and it is always warm to hold on to the two sides. The first thing you need to do is to wait with all your heart and treasure with all your strength, and love and walk, and reap the rewards. The silent years, the injection of love, the flow of years, still thank you for this winter about the lingering!
My throbbing heart ah, seems to have broken a few petals, a petal to the past, a petal to the future. The rest, subtle integration, accompanied by the two love, intense combustion
The city that has you, there is always light, backlight intersection, Xia red sky. The peach blossom still smiles at the spring breeze, the winter canopy, with the color of spring.
Some of the warmth, so eloquent, in my heart stalk, scanning through. I was once helpless and sad, and from then on, the spread of no cover.
I want the warmth, in the winter night came. The past dust, from now on, dissipated.
The meaning of life, perhaps, is not in the evening. A kiss that warms up the years.
A turn, a lifetime of ease. The reason for this is the fact that it is not a good idea to have a good relationship with the people who are in it. Still the same old sentiment, the rain hit the banana, do not say anything. Why be alarmed, the eyes and eyes full of places, will be those worldly rejected outside. In this life, you and I, red dust, there is love. I do not know what to do in the clouds and wind, wantonly enjoy the purity of love. I give the wind a promise, not scattered in the red dust, hold his hand, slowly grow old in the plain.
Far, or near; near, or far, near you, warm me. So, bright life.
The coolness of the world, is not a place? I am careful to take care of, reincarnated in life. Cutting candles in the west window, *** words of life sadness and happiness; plum blossom three, euphemistic you and I encounter. Your warmth opens up all the way to the bright colors, I smelled incense, sunshine forward!
The thinning is the condensation of the past sadness, the fullness is the future with your stability.
A whole world of love, will eventually be silent, stunning, let it careless!
A river of spring water, eastward flow, undulating back and forth is the soft wave of my life. There, there is warmth, there is love, there is a pink dream there is a life, bitterly. I don't understand how much Zen there is in life. In the rippling waves, I would like to interpret with you ordinary. The strings of the years played the beauty of the piano, long ago into the bone, or love plus warm.
I want, I want, that warm. The first thing I want to do is to get close to you, and I'm going to spend a lot of time with you.
From then on, I took off my bones, into the earth, to be a genie.
Journey of life, hand in hand with you **** degree, wind, flowers, snow and moon, poured into the golden bottle, looking at my most beautiful rouge and that blush, as well as my long hair, my delicate fingers, my lips, my thin waist
Then, in every gathering, a drink, to solve a thousand sorrows; a drunkenness, laughing at the sky