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Spring breeze brushing sleeve A party infiltrated with the dark fragrance of the breeze of the silent courtyard, in the old days, dense with a touch of the first face ......
Heart, wandering in the spirit of the April days, inadvertently will collide with a eye of deep love: look at the spring breeze under the willow perched on the two swallows in the tile under the play, the heart of the heart of the sudden warmth of the pleasure; or, with a bud to be put on the exchange of the heart, will be the deepest love marooned in a wisp of the fireworks of earth. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on them!
More and more like an undisguised true. Rates of truth or not, sincere or not, just, more flowing a true heart, such as a mirror, like water clarification, no matter when to remember, or touch, can become a frown in the eyes can not stop the joy, just like like some of the likes without reason, just a glance, is not erased forever.
Lowering the eyebrows, the wind whisked through the ears, I heard, the sound of this season's flowers, but also heard, the pain of the dead wood will eventually meet the spring of the stoicism.
If it is not the new green in early spring, has been in the spring breeze can vigorously stretch the waist, I finally do not want to believe that the world's fastest is the fastest time, it is really sparse time in some moving details, but, also never left.
Gently touch the grain of life, because the depth is not measured, so there is no way to grasp its ups and downs, only a heart, can be along the way, so that a sleepless flowers and trees, bloom into a never lost return.
A pool of spring water, the reason why the face can be as flat as a mirror, because, on the heart of a shear ripples of spring love, always in the depths of the flowers as the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the shadow.
Looking at the window, looking at the night, is pleased that the wind is clear and the moon is white, only the early spring night wind with a thin cool. This year's spring, came extraordinarily late, seems to have followed the heart of a love of the old sentiment.
A song complex, is a beautiful loneliness, just remember, that one don't in the hair of the thoughts, because of forgetting to take off when the timid, will never leave ......
Deep love has been planted, the spring breeze, gently collect all the touched, will not go to ask the wind and the moon without the confusions, and also do not go to look for the mountain long water distance The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the situation and the situation is to get a good look. If these small words of happiness with temperature can banish all the migrations and uneasiness, I would like to guard the loneliness of the evening, one after another long night, written into a person's long days of autumn water.
When, began to like slow time, can quietly look at a curtain of spring color, by shallow happy to deep love, can shallow taste a spring, by the branches of the flourishing to fall red full of path, I think, this must be the years to give the most beautiful grace.
The first time I read Eileen Chang's "The Edge of Half a Life", I felt sorry for the fireworks, and the light of the day was no longer there. The first time I saw this movie, I was sorry to see that it was not the same as the previous one, but it was the same as the previous one, and I think it was the same as the previous one.
"I want you to know that there is always someone waiting for you in this world, no matter when, no matter where, you know that there is always such a person."
Manjing, I am afraid that Zhang Eileen in a pale under the cold, with the bones of the cold molded the most temperature of the woman it. When all the dust settles, she is still with the love in her heart, guarding the original heart flowers without end of the stunning, hidden in loneliness. Half life is too hasty, such as a dream of the next world. Just a dream woke up, tears also dry, clear guard the end of the world each one, no sadness, no joy.
Perhaps, love needs more than just enthusiasm, it is more needed is a sincere, over time, only to be precipitated by the years into a part of life.
Haruki Murakami said: If you love each other, then hand in hand to old age; if you miss, then protect him well. Read such a word, not because it is how deep, but let the heart in this world more clear beauty. Life, need to be quiet a little posture, life, need to light a little sentiment, silent blessing, light care, so that every inch of time with love, will be in the heart of the lasting warmth.
Reading Xue Xiaochan's little half-life, do not realize that the years have been far away. So, also slowly learned to give up and pick up. If, can guard the loneliness in a cut to the evening in the light of the old, I will be able to follow the fragrance of the half-life fireworks, looking for a morning dew blooming memories, as well as, that the most affectionate you!
If companionship is the longest confession, two hearts will eventually mingle in the spring breeze into a most beautiful picture scroll, just because, willow eyebrow as a pen, pear white for the paper of the spring, has never gone far in the heart.
Finally grateful, grateful for every inch of time infused with tenderness and goodness, if the words can carry a heart, deep love, is still the most beautiful bottom rhyme, just because, it accompanied you through a most difficult life.
Finally, in the silence of a wisp of wind, put down the restless migration along the way, near the water, quietly listen to the wind, fine taste of white clouds, to a clear as water margins, keep into his years in an unrequited love.
With love in your heart, spring love is not responsible for the lushness of the meaning of each moment, are worth treasuring the April days of the world, the beginning of the heart is still there, it is worth caring for the present world of peace and security.
Smoke and fire, is the most beautiful years of grace, long peace, is the life of the warmest longing.
If he understands your loneliness, he will let the warmth of half a lifetime of fireworks release into a world of peace for you; if you understand his wanderings, you will miss the loneliness, written into a wordless poem, just waiting for the moment of his return, gently come and ......
The eyes have a view, then you can see the shyness of the mountain flowers in full bloom; The heart has a love, then you can touch the water and the moon in the hand of the tenderness, in the half-life of the smoke and fire to keep a grace, in every quiet day, feel the flow of the year is not hurt, the years as the beginning.
Don't like too bright and colorful things, and ultimately feel that there is too much fanfare. The spring is strong, if it is dyed with the color of the floating light, it is certainly a daunting feeling.
However, time has never been cool, any place to stop, are from the heart of the choice. Experienced the ups and downs, in order to find a self-contained in the floating world, in order to be able to love in the light of the deep love, waiting for the spring flowers, in the half glazed in the situation, to keep a world of clear happiness.
If everything comes too late, if everything is not yet known, and according to the way back, cut a peach paper, planted in the heart, to be full of peach blossoms, green hills as a curtain, green water into a platform, the cloud clothes for clothes, so that the heart, bathed in the water and clouds of the uncontaminated wind and dust, dancing a song of the wind and the moon and the April days of the world.
At this point, if you are here, I will come as promised, the charm of the heart without deliberate arrangements, will usher in a will spring flowers. This is a keeper, in the lotus, but will not insist on glory and blight, because the heart, has long been out of the world of Zindu, perched on the lotus and living, light to open, shallow thank you, and deep love is still warm and moist texture clean!
Revisiting the half-life edge, not to lament the fruitless regrets in the world, but silently for this half-life encounter, become warm in the heart of a long time and the heart of the perfect ......