Xin Yu Fang Fei
Today, I am still sitting in the warm sunshine of one meter, thinking quietly. As time goes by, you are still the brightest and most beautiful flower in my heart. You are a beautiful flower. Pure heart is like water, condensed at the end of the pen, charming thoughts pass through my words, and the moment when the fragrance overflows and the flowers are elegant is my deepest love for you.
It seems that my love is pouring in again. If I can, I really hope to fly over Qian Shan and stop on your windowsill. Is there a sycamore tree in your yard? Is there a singing lark in the tree? Are there any tulips in full bloom in front of your window? Do you have chlorophytum? I can't help wondering about your figure. Is your little yard still covered with crimson impatiens? Do you still have a bunch of fresh lilies on your desk? Do you still like watching the rain lane through that oil-paper umbrella? I really want to understand you as a mystery, read you as a poem and support you as a myth.
Today's weather is really good, the sunshine is sweet, the clouds are shy, and the spring of love is blooming in my heart. I am not a very capable person, but I want to be a warm, charming and gentle woman. In such a warm sunshine of one meter, I would like to close my eyes and face the sun, trap myself in an infinitely soft lake, and always remember Jia Jian, who is sad and sad, because I am always eager for this soft and gentle smile, and there seems to be nowhere to put it. I just want to find a warm embrace with boundless shyness and gentleness. I really like being hugged by you. How can I forget your kindness?
I was stuck in the warm sunshine of one meter, and I didn't waste my time. I've always wanted to have a beautiful dream. If my dream can have a pair of wings, my mind will certainly gnaw at a grass! I hope the princess is as elegant as a princess. My world and the kingdom of my thoughts only burn with love. I don't care, I don't care. I am no longer a naive girlhood, but, love, she is young, and the lush pink yearning is riding past your window in the blue sky!
I still don't know how to stop thinking about you. Let me write a poem for you, let me sing a song for you, and let me linger on the colorful autumn colors you love forever. Suddenly, I remembered the poem describing autumn: "Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice, put rich fruits and vegetables in the field with a basket, and live in the eyes of a shepherdess in autumn." What a beautiful poem! I found that love passed through my heart again at this time, and I found that I had.
I have experienced such unique warmth countless times. Even in the severe winter, the cold wind is biting, and a pure love will break through the ground and bloom into a bunch of white lilies, fragrant and poetic. I want to be kissed and loved by you like a very young woman! How I want to snuggle up to you and make women unconscious and pure natural shy! Let me close my eyes and feel what love is like. Will I be your baby? I just want you to hold me tight and say that you really love me.
If I cry, you will comfort me gently; If I smile, you will be happy to be with me! I will be a very smart woman because I only like you. I don't know if you will like me like this. Let me perch on your branches with my gentle hands. I will try my best to love you, be your literary lady, remember what love looks like in the twilight, and remember the ups and downs of the moon. Every time I write about you, I will always be so affectionate and burst into tears. I don't expect you to love me very much, as long as every day, as long as I don't expect you to love me forever
Tonight, let me ring your dream again in the footsteps of love in my heart, and let me continue to be your little nightingale! I don't know what kind of thing would be more romantic than I miss you. Let me bloom like a lotus in the quiet night, let me be as bright and charming as moonlight in front of your window, and let me have a variety of amorous feelings in these words again. Miss brocade quilt has never been put away, dancing alone for a period of red dust, loving you in the dim light! Spread the wings of love and let me sing the most beautiful song for you!
Wash a pair of discerning eyes, I look to the boundless night and the vast sky! In the article, hold up my little orange umbrella, put on my blue skirt, and bring my pink homesickness, let me move forward in your dream. I don't want you to lose my pink shoes and white socks. Under the blue sky and clear water, my love becomes sad and sad. Tonight I am still the pink girl with a red veil in the Book of Songs! Lang, let me love you with all the gentleness in my life! Let me walk with you through writing and literature, let me write with you about the oiled paper umbrella, the rainy lane, the twenty-four bridges, the Liu 'an, the south of the Yangtze River and the north of Saibei, the desert and the wind and smoke walk through the alley, cross the street and hold up the umbrella.
I have been looking for your trace in the text and describing the appearance of loving you. I have to smell the words to sleep peacefully. I put those words on the pillow like Barbie dolls held in my girlhood! Honey, do you think I'm a very chic little woman? You know, I have to write every day, just like I have to love every day.
Because I know that you like my words as much as you love me, so I will make myself gentle in my words, so that you will love me more, right? Do you know that at this moment, I am kissing your words like kissing your forehead and cheeks, making me fall asleep in a low position.