l Spring to summer, summer to fall ...... swinging in the wind, a world of mottled so miss ......
l The strongest coffee, in fact, also added sugar ......
l Yue Ran turned the sheet music, listening to the birch forest whispering ......
l Dandelions by the window, fluffy fluttering, writing spring fairy tale ......
l Dissolve in that moment, blooming glossy butterfly wings, or what ......
l Together they tell the legend of summer, together they disappear into the snowy mist... ...
l When the wind crosses the sky, what is left behind are dream traces......
l The youth under the umbrella is noisy and silent......
l The words that are written silently on the water are taken away by the one who misses them the most...
l The yellow leaves hovered and fell, streaking out the fairy tale of autumn.
l The moment the coffee spoon crosses the arc, the sugar cubes will melt together with the warmth ......
l Above the sky, I see a flock of white sheep, they are wandering, but why can't I see the shepherd?
l All things pass away, but only love lives on.
l Memories seem to be like yellow leaves floating down from the lonely branches of trees, slowly, buried by the winter snow layer.
l Gradually, in the stationary step, the time has gone away ......
l lying in the corner of the black cat, will eventually be forgotten by the times ......
l stained with caramelized pudding, is nothing more than a jelly.
l The maple leaf circling down, still remembers the favor the maple tree gave it in the spring.
l The draft of love is not actually written with a pen.
l It can be flowers, but it can never be spring.
l The ebb tide can be sea water, but it can never be summer.
l The passing can be the autumn wind, but it can never be autumn.
l What falls can be flying snow, but it can never be winter.
l The calla lily in the corner, recording the vicissitudes of time, but never see withering.
l By fall, who will know the life of that notched apple?
l Imagine, imagine, imagine that God gave me a pumpkin carriage, and then go to the universe sleepwalking ......
l Rather be an oasis in the desert than a teardrop in the desert.
l When you think that children are, after all, children and only do childish things, don't forget: angels don't grow up ......
l The world is not certain and needs love to prove it.
l The frosted sugar of love melts in the snow for warmth forever.
l The fire burns out the phoenix even if you are strong in the ruins.
l Under Mount Fuji, cherry blossoms, searching for the ancient charm in the snow layer, tasting the light fragrance ......
l The glaze melts in a moment, converging into a breeze, warming the world.
l Coconut through the hardships, drifting to the other side, in order to kiss their only home.
l If the shell one day turned into sand, washed away by the sea at the moment, leaving never eroded thoughts and pain ......
l Plush dolls placed in the heart, blooming lovely - when every wish! ......
l Cherry blossoms ruffle the strings of the piano, the tone is heavenly.
l Brushed in the wind bow, soft ribbon touching the white clouds ......
l Afternoon tea full of warm sunshine, in the warmth of quite a bit of light.
l Escape into the high walls of the mind, hiding under the cherry tree, recalling that once ...... this, just escaping.
l Open the curtains, blinding sunlight shot in, when you are addicted to the dawning of the cozy, do not forget that yesterday's silent black no one's midnight.
l The lemon that wakes you up calls for your deepest secrets.
l Listen to the sound of the moon and savor the ancient tea.
l I ride on the ideal rainbow to pursue the promise of that white cloud.
l Outside the door that the wind knocked open, it was empty ......
l The elongated figures on the embankment of the spring grass carved out the short but clear direction of the future.
l Carve the time, but beware of being played with by the watch hand.
l When we accidentally get lost in the aura of fame and fortune, find yourself with equanimity!
l The starlight of the whole lake dissipates, and the translucent Kongming lanterns rise peacefully ......
l Who left love under the water, a thousand years later, it became the new green of the roaming pool.
l The clouds and swallows are dancing on the branches, waking up every sleeping heart.
l The fragrance in the cup of coffee, and fly to the promised dreamland.
l Time is like a merry-go-round, and in the midst of it, I forgot about the pain.
l Lonely wind and snow, wandering in the streets without a home.
l The Norwegian forest is raining, pattering, like a youthful song ......
l Secrets are like raindrops wrapped in clouds; a gust of wind passes and everyone knows what it's like.
l A wave breaks in the ocean, half perishing, half regenerating.
l Enchanted in the brisk wind, it was the jasmine of July.
l In every stone, there is the shadow of the desert; in every pool of water, there is the breath of the ocean.
l A clover, together with my imagination, is a boundless meadow.
l The moon drops a feather or two over the fields, and the golden wheat listens to the silence.
l Looking up at the stars, touching the nebulae dreamy, with Capricorn accompanying me to sleep.
l Sinking in time, or immersed in happiness, don't forget where you lost your youth.
l Open the shackles of darkness and go after the clear and beautiful blue sky.
l It is possible that what is wrapped in sugar is not necessarily a shell, but an innocent and kind heart.
l Wandering between the black and white of Go, touching the fate of the choice, everyone is their own inner chess piece.
l The piano room in the rain, the time gently playing and singing, play until the rain stops, play until the clouds disperse ......
l The spinning Rubik's Cube, at first, is always to hide the riddle.
l The heart of the shell, broken in the shell, is as fragile as a bubble.
l A rainbow in the heart, accompanied by four seasons, through the stormy journey.
l Years of wasted time, as flowers fall, a world mottled so missed.
l Under the moonlit night, there is only a lampshade blooming light, people do not know, it is the plant that does not bloom during the day, inconspicuous grass.
l Loneliness is a mint candy, contained in the heart, very cool, very cool ......
l The windmill in the distance, silently turning the secrets of the seasons.
l A pier full of flowers, sending off the distant waves.
l Christmas, but memories are piled high with cold.
l False love is like an Easter egg, the real wrapped in splendor is not really practical at all.
l Swinging on the swing, unknowingly, the wheel of time has circled around you several times.
l Undefinable coffee, that moment, is the sweet and bitter magical blend of wonderful.
l If there were no clouds, would the sky be lonely; if there were no fish, would the sea be sad?
l I stood there quietly, waiting for the snowflakes to give me a late Christmas gift.
l The crystal ball spun clumsily, the mechanical tune rang out, only dull for a moment, time has been frozen.
l Cupid shot a crooked arrow, and there was Venus ......
l The four-leaf clover turned into a bookmark, pressed on the last page of my childhood ......
l Ice-sealed secrets will melt one day.
l Tasting the Parisian Champs, like that rich floral tea, flowing into the heart ......
We are all familiar strangers.
When the meteor crossed the sky, waiting for it, will be another sky.
The compass of the ancient city slowly opens, and will reveal a thousand-year legend ......
The bitter bitterness of chocolate infects the entire taste buds.
The tiny paper cranes, riding on our friendship.
Looking at the moonlight from afar, it's cold, very cold, but by no means cold ...... Because there are thoughts hidden there.
Painful memories freeze into ice, and the flame of love melts it.
Unable to frame the time, people blindly come and go, busy, what will the future? Only the leisurely snail knows.
The orange-scented youth is very beautiful, but it doesn't last long.
Sometimes, they tend to be a soft hearted hard candy, hard on the outside, but fragile on the inside......
The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, familiar and strange, close at hand, but never able to touch ......
The vows that were said are only like daisies that have dried up.
With the flip of the calendar, I vaguely remember the crazy farce on April Fool's Day.
Mellow rainy season, the rain kissed the earth, that is the innocent friendship between the sky and the earth.
The scars of the years record the pale flickering tears of youth.
The renewal of a dream is to start afresh on a brand-new path after folding one's wings.
Layers and layers of homework, drowning my growing ideal.
The needle and thread of time, weaving all my dreams.
Remember at all times that today is not tomorrow's tombstone.
Knowing the direction of the future, but trying to forget it.
Fountain pens are not magic pens, and money is not a pot of gold.
Slowly believing in eccentricity, slowly recognizing the unreal ......
When black and white dance into a splash of ink, the noise of memory has been deleted inside.
There is no scale of time, it takes fulfillment to measure it.
The mind is like a fortress, a fragile fortress; time is like a sand sculpture, a weathered sand sculpture. Compared with the sand sculpture of time, the seemingly strong fortress, in fact, often unbearable.
Chess, who cares too much about the result, who will lose.
The afterglow of love is intertwining, and the darkness is no longer silent and cold.
Seeing the maple leaves bloom into a sea, the years are not to be missed.
Insert the USB flash drive of love into your heart, and stage a permanent legend.
Meteors streak across a string of teardrops, only for the world to pray for each other.
Distracted eyes, a figure holding a string of teardrops, the farther away, the farther away, the farther away ......
When the window in the heart of the slowly opened, I would rather close the door.
Every word we write could be the will of thought and wisdom.
Growing up and working in a big city is just a way to fulfill the lies I told as a child.
Look at the blinking stars in the sky, which twinkle with misty and distant legends ......
Each day comes and goes expressionlessly, and dreams are petrified in vanity.
The bitterness and sweetness of chocolate is like a rainbow smeared on the taste buds.
Matcha-flavored treats, when the wind blows, crumble to dust.
A cup of water can't hold a drop of oil; a piece of white paper can't hide a scratch.
I still remember when I was a child flying kites, flying them very high, always worrying that the kite would never come back.
The words on the diary, page after page turned over the flowers, moon, wind and snow ......
Midnight zero, and heard, that pleasant sound of bells, and smelled, that fresh taste of snowflakes, and saw, Santa Claus driving a reindeer sliding through the moon bends of the moment... ...
When the drift bottle reaches the other shore, the body is broken, but the heart is not broken.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart.
If you want to eat the jelly beans that are at the bottom of the bottle, do you have to drink all the water first?
When I was a child, I always wondered why the clouds floated and floated, but I couldn't keep my feet on them.
Even when we are far away from our friends and family, our hearts can still be knitted into a bow to keep us company through thick and thin.
The wind blows a shovelful of snow, melting a heart wall between the devil and the angel, because, no one can defy the call of goodness and love.
Often their own heart, is a cup of tea raspberry ice top snow. Lonely cold so that people can not forget the taste of penetrating sweetness.
Mountains sent to the water of the vow, that is forever, forever promise.
A piece of frozen heart jelly, the appearance is unbearable fragility.
The strong flavor of black coffee, those who have not tasted it do not know.
Burning fire in winter, beware of breaking the heart of snowflakes.
Spin the colorful ice cream, summer is no longer lonely.
Touch the nebula's dream, see the angels wandering.
Spring mud from the corner of a swallow's mouth, create a happy home.
Blue like the crystal of dripping water, the clarity of the ocean ...... It is the clear blue dreamland.
Red is like the end of a rose, the spite of dripping blood ...... It is the missteps of the Milky Red.
Purple is like the mystery of crystal, the naivety of butterfly flower ...... It's the trap of Orchid Violet.
Pink is like the delicacy of candy, the sweetness of cake ...... It is the childishness of crystal powder.
Orange is like the loveliness of a flower garden, the sweet preserves of ice cream ...... is the happiness of bright orange.
White like the clear brightness of a waterfall, the sadness of a sacrifice ...... is the pure snowy dream.
Green like the vine's spring dream, the olive's lush green ...... Is the fresh hope.
Is it impossible to fly without the sky ......
In the vase, the flowers speak, touching the ethereal and remote heart.
Thoughts are like lollipops, swirling out the colors of wisdom.
The ivy that will always remember the vicissitudes of time.
Hasty first sight, a thousand years later, floating a ...... pleasant legend.