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The flowers on the stranger have bloomed, so you can return them slowly. The fragrance moves the butterfly dance, and the fragrance is refreshing. A Chinese rose by the door opened, and the bright light suddenly lit up the hope in my heart, with ignorant joy and joy.
But I always knew that she was waiting for me to blossom. When she was at her most beautiful, I met her, and she bloomed wantonly, making her own scenery with low eyes. Smelling its fragrance faintly, I can see that she will write that kind of frivolous. She will wait for me silently, just like a god in the dark, and she and I will eventually meet in a certain time and space.
In the affectionate eyes, I was filled with joy. I waited for an inch of time and finally parted the clouds in front of me, keeping them clear.
She is waiting for me, and I am waiting for love. She will know that when she meets me, I will know that I will meet love. Happiness in the world, simple happiness, is nothing more than blooming in the fireworks world, waiting for people to return.
If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come. Butterflies smell your fragrance, and I come with your blooming. Time is just right, you laugh, I stare, shielding everything in the world, refreshing the birds and flowers, and time suddenly flows.
Isn't that what love is all about, appreciating each other? I know that you will smell my breath, come with the fatigue of travelling through mountains and rivers, with the expectation of searching all the year round, with the enthusiasm of holding your hand and growing old with your son, with the persistence and calmness of vicissitudes. ......
As Zhang Ailing said: Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When you meet it, you can only say softly, "Oh, there you are!
Just like watching love from a distance, knowing that it will follow your footsteps, it will fill your life, and that person will also appear in front of you, brushing away your burden, all your bitterness and grievances, brushing away your anxiety and expectation for many years, brushing away your bumpy fatigue all the way, just a gentle word: girl, I am here! I keep myself in my heart. Suddenly all the bitterness turns into sweetness, because that person will see through the arrogance in your bones, the strength you pretend to be, and your most essential kindness and temperament.
Finally, you will appreciate the sentence: "I become very low in front of you, as low as dust." But my heart likes that flowers come out of the dust. "Love has nothing to do with romance. He won't pledge eternal love with you. He will only spend spring, summer, autumn and winter with you and meet you for a long time.