This winter seems to be extraordinarily cold, through the window sill, as if you can see the barrenness of the seasons. The only sunshine through the window, warm, let a person become lazy, like this quiet soft time. Bubble a cup of tea, curling tea, dense with the past, such as this window separated from the cold, so that those lost in winter mood as flowers open. Listen to a song of strings in the heart of the melody, as if a wisp of flowers, slowly melted into the heart of the room, so gentle, so fragrant. A piece of plain paper, light ink writing, set the beauty of the four seasons, or thick or light, quietly guard the warmth of this window, the heart of a touch of fragrance through the years, write down the warmth of the line of poetry. Hanging in the winter branches, into gorgeous flowers, condensed into a lifetime of love, into a wisp of fragrance, let the years knocking on the window, the memory is always warm and long.
Time, clear and shallow; days, overlapping. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. The encounter is soft and beautiful, the red dust is shallow, the petals of the memory of the city is stunning, beautiful images lingering in the mind. The doorway of the light open years, cut a piece of quiet warm time, according to the window and look away, you are my end of the world, I am your cape. We are separated by the distance of the world, thoughts, crazy growth in the heart. I use exquisite small words, carving heart to accompany the fireworks; I use the water smile, depicting the long mountains and far away love. A paper of deep love, half a window of love, swaying out of the rose fragrance, deep seeding under the tenderness of the lingering, any thoughts lingering in the clear days, gently read, y hidden, thick attachment, long joy.
Sitting quietly on the other side of the text, the heart with the footsteps of the years to dance together, compose a song of the heart under the sun, so that the warmth of the feeling from the tip of the toes has been warmed to the hair a little. Some destiny, meet, may not be stunning, just happen to be, in line with their own like, moving the idea, into the heart. Already, accustomed to the bits and pieces you give me, just about every day, about you. Distant time and space, did not change our distance. I am still able to feel your warm breath at every moment. Listening to the whispers of the heart, comforting each other. Because of the gaze of true love, I have become stronger. From now on, for you to pen and seal the ink, drawing for the prison; from now on, for you to wash all the lead, read the world; from now on, for you to fish alone, drunkenly drink the moon; from now on, for you to step on the snow to find plums, the qin and se
Standing in the entrance to the season, burning a seed of hope, blooming a smile, in the warmth of taste, the slight austere plain white inlay in the world, like a piece of random and scattered poems. Sitting quietly in the arms of the night, with a line of light and shallow words, writing the soul of the remote long, wind and snow, for you to bloom silently. Looking back, the end of the year. The fireworks, as usual. The time is shallow, the feelings are still, the scenery is changing. Some faint residual temperature, lingering in the moist palm. Linglong's original heart, has not changed. Clear tea and drums, no dust invitation, with a deep love, to capture half a season of flowers, love warm three lives, that is good. There is no need to say goodbye, know, love is like the sea, quietly flowing, from all not lost, just together absent. Just because you know, never negative.
Since the moment I met, you are my eyebrows on the heart of the thoughts, my city has your figure, your far away from my unchanging attachment. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. I am thankful to have you, and thankful for the encounter. The most beautiful love in the world is to accompany quietly and keep each other silently. Poetry writing, poetry spectrum glaze. The fragrance of the book is in the fingertips of time. On the banks of the Three Lives Stone, you are planted in your affectionate watchfulness. There is a kind of longing, in an ink intoxicated, there is a kind of attachment, in the four seasons charming, there is a kind of love, in the life of the infusion, there is a person, in the years gracefully. Even though, separated by mountains and rivers, separated by miles of beacons, Yi can follow all the traces of the past life, in the wrong red dust to find each other.
The winter sun warms the light, gently, softly, as if you love the poem, murmuring in the ear, whispering. Through the light of the paper, poetry incense dyeing the eyebrows, such as smoke, like a painting, like a piece of ink, embellished with years of mountains and rivers. Thoughts, if the poem like deep feelings, if the water like clear, if the painting like beautiful. Fell down the flowers and incense, piercing the heart bank written poetry, like, a beam of aurora borealis a泓 pouring, lit up the soul of the tenderness, vivid a tree of Wanxian. Thus, the lightness of the heart stepped on the rhyme of poetry, quietly climbed into the heart of the city fell into the eyebrows. For a long time, not deliberately close, but found that the thoughts, has been as flawless as the winter sun. More and more like, that kind of happy and sad flavor. I know, that is full of warmth, just as you burn and not hurt care.
Folding a volume of love of the Brahman book, cut a section of love of remembrance, to fill the blank you are not around, accompanied by every day and night I want to think of you. Along the temperature of the palm, I can always draw the way you look when you smile. You said you like the lightness of the snowflake dance, so since you, snow is not just snow, but a piece of the heart of the quiet and peace. Grab a handful of crystal snowflakes, gently sniffing, and then the flavor of snow, rubbed into the veins. Moisturize the line will wither the body I know, my heart has your footprints, a touch of the end of the world apart from the fragrance apart from the warmth of two hearts, standing in front of the heart, and the soul of the silent look at each other. The face of the years, will age in the eyes, but still yearn for the look of the end of the world. I want to be in this night, and you snuggle up to each other, any window outside the cold wind kill, any stars and moon in the sky to hide, the vow in the green silk to the twilight snow, forever roaring.
Love, is a kind of attachment, even if thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water apart, through the world of the wrong years, love, is the heart of that silent attachment. Cooking snow cooking ink, so that a crystal heart of poetry, in the heart of the lake boiling out of a different flavor, gently sliding into the dream warm winter last cold. Carve and keep a pure love and compassion touched, glazed your sweet and fragrant affection, lightly sprinkled a drop of thoughts of pure broken wine, close to your chest crimson vermilion, warm and cold and you snuggle up to each other, dance a coat of plain clothes, Ying a touch of light smile, stay a world of deep love, counting a land of pear blossom if the snow, the red dust, rhyme a song of soft sentiments, the wind dance in the fragrance of your haunting soul, grinding incense, ink, book a section of the flow of the years in the meeting of the unrepentant, convinced, the time of walking along the way, the stormy weather and the cold and the rain. The time of those all the way counterparts, the wind and rain of the time, is the most beautiful ink on the scroll of the flow of years.
The depths of time, love like the winter sun. I have learned to wait, believe that as long as the heart, is happy. Because there is love in the heart, bring a peace and tranquility in the chaos of life. Fine water and long-flowing emotions, there is a certainty that believe that the sky is the limit. Believe that you promise me the white head of unrelenting covenant, my state of mind and intention to rise up, trance has become a piece of glazed light gold, flying all the hopes and dreams of the heart, and hope that in the spring when the flowers bloom, we rely on each other to walk all over the landscape here, enjoy more beautiful scenery, together to create a happier feeling, for us to sing a happy music. No matter what the sea is dry, no matter what the stone is rotten, you are the warmth that I keep alone.
Looking around, the memory of the ridge, faded from the initial bright colors, however, there is no lack of its true beauty, rustic mellow beauty, the heart eyes contact moment, can still recall the original sentiment. Just like an old thing, seemingly old, placed in a silent corner unattended, but the story behind it only their own masters can understand. Standing in the snow, listening to the sound of snow falling, listening to the call of spring, no need to despair, no need to wander, can be with you all the way to the white head. This scene makes the picture more colorful, fuller and more distinct. Lights and shadows, shadows into pairs, this world has you, *** born white hair, *** enjoy the full moon, warm and cold years with you, the road does not feel cold, days and then bitter, heart also sweet.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: waiting for you, in my time
Waiting for you, in my time, reserved a cup of tea, only for you to come from afar.
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Waiting for you, in my time, reserving a cup of tea, only for you to come from afar.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the years into an ancient book of poems, when you follow the light of day to read the sentences that emanate ancient colors and rhythms, when you will read all the deep feelings into the heart, I also with the past approached you
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the years into a curtain of Jiangnan rain and smoke, when you stepped on the green stone boards, playing with the umbrella passed by, when you gazed at the shore of the West Lake, I
Waiting for you, in my time, pick a ray of sunshine, a wisp of breeze, a white cloud, no, and then write some affectionate verses, the most affectionate one, it must be you, it is you who bring the rhyme.
Waiting for you, in my time, the years lightly, deep love but in the heart of the meandering, I believe that this world, there is always one is an appointment with you, stepping on the footprints of the past through the thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water to find you!
Waiting for you, in my time, like after the cold and other branches sprouting new green, the cycle of seasons, life comes and goes, the depths of the years, there are always some people and you meet unannounced, with endless hope and warmth, passing by your side, leaving the most moving colors and memories.
Waiting for you, in my time, like the moon is full and the moon is missing, all the shortcomings, are for the last full moon, a hundred years to meet, will surely be left in the bottom of the heart of the memories engraved in the heart. A hundred years, etc., is not a legend, but all the significance of waiting.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for you to come, accompany me to listen to the wind, listen to the four seasons of warmth and cold, tasting the years of sadness and happiness; Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for you to come, accompanied by me to climb the mountain, to see a glimpse of the mountains, the sky and the earth is wide and magical.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for spring until summer, summer into autumn, and autumn into snow, covering all the years
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for all the music is silent, like snow, a little bit, a piece of it, occupy my heart, fall into the bottom of the heart
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the big dipper light up, to find the one that the most bright Perhaps, I will not know what to say, but will be full of joy.
Waiting for you, in my time, any of the world's hundred winks thousand red, only you are my love. I will rub the love into my life, and wait for you to pass by my world with a lifetime of love
Waiting for you, in my time, a thousand stories, ten thousand passes, I would like to use my three lives of smoke and fire, in exchange for your one life of disorientation, one life of obsession, a lifetime of love.
Waiting for you, in my time, the years gently grinding, to be the spring breeze Linzhi
Romantic beautiful love letter example: with you *** degree of the softest timeRomantic beautiful love letter example: with you *** degree of the softest time
Summer such as a letter to the wind, once again kissed the opening of a sentimental season, summer such as sowing seeds, and sowing another kind of green, summer such as a mission to let the spring to give the fruit of the flower Mature, like this light, bright and poetic. Just like the spring, so many flowers have arranged to bloom together, exuding a strong and light fragrance, intoxicating. Listening to the whispering of insects and birds, inhaling the fragrance of blossoming and shedding flowers, quietly savoring the five mixed flavors of life, gentle and quiet early summer, a fresh and unrestrained happiness, spreading faintly. The most beautiful time of the year, all the lushness of life, are growing under the warm sun, all the flowers are fighting for color, all the encounters are full of warmth.
Quiet night, the moonlight is as soft as water, lightly floating through the window light I Luo bed curtains, when the room adds tenderness and romance, more than a few reverie space. Sitting quietly in the embrace of the night, I stayed in the desire to think of you, you stand in my thoughts. The wind is flowing, I scooped up a handful of rose petals in the wind in the palm of my hand, so that the beautiful purple and red delicacy, coloring the sky red you and me, thinking about the scenery of the distant street, all of them make people feel intimate. Longing and you breathe the same air, looking at the scenery you look at every day. That kind of attachment, that kind of attachment, breeding a smile of the rose, swaying flower scent with my thoughts flying in the scenery with you, wandering around you, let the thoughts become my most beautiful scenery.
Hand holding a dense tea, dense tea full of calm, I cook your figure in the tea, carefully tasting the flavor of thoughts, lined with attachment, walked through the years branches, planted a world of love, planted a lifetime of waiting. Love, but also ultimately from the spring snow to dust, and then in the dust to open a flower. This flower of love, don't in front of the chest, eternal life is the lapel with fragrance, when the years dried up its colorful face, the rest, is the most pale deep. Walking quietly in the kingdom of words, a piece of paper, recorded the encounter three thousand verses, open full of glass. Each section of warm words, each warm chapter, are flowing with an unforgettable story, with the flow of life color, shallow painting a rose color, pillow flower poetry, gradual leveling into the poetry chapter.
A bay of bright moon, hanging in the sky, to the hazy night added a silver stream of light, the warmth of the scroll slowly unfolded, loving past is the memory of eternity. Every wisp of dense tea, every lonesome blossom, are the flow of my love love flying. Moonlight such as the sea, projected on top of the heart wave, there are ripples, there is a deep intoxication, there are unknown thoughts around the eyes, at this time no sound like sound, how to entangle that, trickle into the heart bone. Pour a cup of autumn thoughts, drink the night of drunkenness, drink the wind of the fascination, drink I read you, eyebrows stained with sentiment charming. Everything is destined to be a reunion after a long goodbye, destined to be a witness to the love that grows with time, destined to be stained with the fragrance of jasmine, and unforgettable at first sight.
The moonlight is like water, soft and honeyed, the pale end of the world is as light as a picture, fell into the glance back, smiled into a happy flower, between the eyebrows of the heart in love with the deep love. Morning bell and evening drum thoughts, shuttle in the clouds, the glaze will sway to the quiet beauty of the colorful, stop, long space, there is a dark fragrance floating beauty, leaning on the fence, let the glazed moonlight kissed open my miss. This shore and the other shore, the idea hidden in the heart. The depths of the flow of years, the water flows long. Your love for me is as warm as the spring breeze, as crazy as the summer rain, as stubborn as the autumn flowers, and as fragrant as the cold plums. You know my loneliness when the flowers fall, you know the tears in my eyes, you know the depth of my love. A flower of the heart, two heart offerings, a paper ink thick love drunk heart rain. Such understanding, is compassion, is the beauty of the death and son to say.
Warm time, simple days, pick a branch of flowers red, fix a spring color, bring home, inserted into the bottle, I hope the flower fragrance is pleasant, drunken beauty of my heart, but also let me with watery tenderness, guarding the spring of this floral affairs. Chanting a piece of paper, a line, a line, a shallow and a deep, intricate lines embroidered a screen of years of brocade. Have seen the most beautiful sunset red, have seen the Jiangnan rain and smoke, have seen the red y full of path, time to stay in the old threshold of acquaintance, full of eyes full of thoughts, continue to write a section of the days and months of the hand, the pen light and shadow, ripples in a circle, through the flavor of that. Shallow pen, light ink, people at the end of the world, the heart at hand, you are the original home of my lifelong attachment, you are my portrayal of endless tenderness, for you to give birth to charm, for you to lower the dust.
Stranger flowers, is enchanting, fragrance dazzling charming with deep love. Ideas such as flowers, rhinoceros stamen, stained with fragrance and moist with the flow of years. The spring breeze swings up the idea, swept to the summer to come. That is your subtle advice, extending the light of the time flicked through the heart of the tenderness. Or, bring a pink peach blossom heart, diving into a summer night in a curtain dream. The quiet years with the red paper of love, the years as a pen book a long love, so that the sincere voice in the pen end flow, plain language shallow speech gently spread. A warm and fragrant love affair, tender each other a world of attachment, the rest of the love in the intoxicating laughter ripples, run the mind drunk moved. The most important thing to remember is the fact that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that you have to get the best out of your life. The words of the flow of years, drunkenness and wind and moon, you are my life encounter, you are my love for a lifetime. If the heart is in, the dream is in, if the love is in, the love forever, the heart has love, is a sunny day!
Shear a soft time, planting heart incense, that light smile disorientation, will open the flowers of thoughts. And then in a quiet, light number of years left behind in the dribs and drabs, whisked through the heart, not only the petals of the petals of the red, but also a touch of warmth of the collection. Perhaps, this life, all the waiting, are only for the old days of a promise; perhaps, this life, all the sentiment, are only for the sea withered a look back. Those who brush over the heart, not only the petals of red, but also a touch of warmth treasured. From now on, the days are cut into a paragraph, each paragraph is related to you, there will be thoughts, through the lintel of time and space, quietly fell in my heart of tenderness.
Summer is not only the season of romance, but also the season of dreams. In the dream, there is your smile, my dependence; there is the green wind shadow, the flower's appearance; there is the water crystal, the light of the bright. In your season, the summer has eliminated the heat; in your season, my thoughts are flying in the romantic clouds, flying in the ancient article of meticulous.
The road is long, the water is long, sometimes a horse, sometimes the mountains overlap, sometimes the wind and the moon, sometimes the fog is heavy. This way, all need warm care and moisturizing, according to the warm, line to the depths of the years, because the two people meet, is the warmth of the bloom. I have seen the red dust cold and warm, enjoy the spring flowers, and you feathered into the scenery, old into a pair of Danqing.
Love is a mundane life, can feel through its tears drenched with laughter Yingrun, they are so real and mournful, so beautiful and joyful. Mekong waterfront, you carry a wisp of dark fragrance, step song, magpie bridge, I hold a touch of red, against the water, I know the heart of the gentleman, Jun Na female love, chaotic red depths, interpretation of a real, peaceful love, flat and oblique with the life of the plain brocade. Obsessive peace and warmth, brewing a romance, falling ink pouring city, drunk the whole Jiangnan. Tranquility is the warmth of the blossoms, pleasant to the appendage of the drunkenness to go. Each other, *** drink a cup of it, on the flowers and the moon, on the chrysanthemum Dongli. Then, carefully put down, happy to a cloud, sad to a tree flower, big to a mountain, a river, a river; small to a porridge, a meal, a seat, a coverlet. The two of them are not tired of each other, relative to each other, not tired.
Romantic love letter: love bloom fragrance, love with the end of the world
Romantic love letter: love bloom fragrance, love with the end of the world
Quiet night, sitting at the window, stained with the frost of the years in the light of the eyes, you can still see, a round of bright as the water of the moon, from the east of the fence rises, Ying Ying gazed at the intervals, is still smiling at me, and I smile, but in addition to changing into the frost-dyed face, all the thoughts of a long time. In the memory of the paper, ink on the scene a pen in small caps, or light, or heavy, rambling notes, curling, turning in the old notes, the past thoughts one by one copy, through the page of the shiny chapter of the poem. That year, we are still on different sides of the world, separated by thousands of mountains, that year, that year, that year, we can only send a thousand miles of sound, a volume of paper to send the feelings of love, that year, we swam across the world, pouring out all just for a lifetime of hand in hand. The longitudinal and horizontal connection of the ties, never give up the persistence, life and death of the obsession, will achieve an eternal love does not have to love. Our left hand holding the happiness, the right hand pulling the memories, this go through the years, the flowers bloom undefeated.
Always believe that this vast world, there is a kind of encounter, not on the road, but in the heart; there is a kind of feelings, not night and day, but silent companion. A language, do not have to speak out, but the word heart; a kind of thoughts, nothing to do with the distance, but can be a sea of change. I know, fish and water ripples, pen and ink of love, I look away from you, all the miss and wait, are only for this life of this regretless encounter. It is said that people who love each other, regardless of the distance between thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, the end of the world or the corner of the sea, the heart is always connected. When you hurt, I will be heartbroken. I miss, you will be sad. The temperature of each other's palms can also be touched across the sky, feeling each other's heartbeat.
As the water of time, such as the flow of the years, thanks to the fate, thanks to all the good meet. Naturally, the warmth is long, every day is fine and soft good. The happiness of falling in love from the moment of meeting will creep in, our story from the beginning of writing full of happiness and joy, the flavor of the flowers before the moon, set off the sweetness of love. Happiness is actually very simple, in each other's heartfelt smile, in the coincidental tacit understanding, in the connection between you and me on the phone line, in the heart-thumping appointment, in the lonely as a smoke in the waiting, in the lingering as the wind in the Wanxiao, in the dribs and drabs of memories. In fact, no matter you come, or do not come, I have been in the unrhymed lines of poetry, silent like, silent love.
Lyrics on one side of the text, splash a Que ink rhyme, love a city, the world of tenderness. The heart will be turned into a trickle of water, flowing in the text; will be turned into thousands of feelings of stars, in the night sky dotted with moonlight. Plant your love in the depths of your pen and ink, and plant it full of deep feelings. There is always a kind of miss, stay in a faraway place, dense in the mind is not exhaustive lovesickness, warm in the blood flow, in the savage paper elephant tube fell a pen pen attachment. At that time, the shallow encounter, today's deep joy, destined to an unrequited love affair. Across the clouds and water, waiting for the warmth of love, time does not speak, the heart hides the idea of silence, y inhabited in the depths of the soul. The heart of the lake, flowing with a light warmth, overflowing with the dark fragrance of the flow of years.
I always believe that this pulse of red dust, there is a kind of emotion can be refreshing bone, no matter how many vicissitudes, will still be alive as the beginning. In a quiet, light number of years left behind in the dribs and drabs, whisked through the heart, not only is the fragrance curling around, but also a touch of warmth treasured. Treading through the changing seasons, will be on your drip drip flow deep, y engraved into the green words, bet on the poetic rhyme, the style of Xu down to your waiting, waiting for the thought of meeting! Eyes containing love, style and sitting in the past, twisting up that intoxicated tenderness, poetry is the most beautiful. What kind of handwriting, are scattered love flowers, are read up the wind, are the warmth of the season. Tread lightly on the fragrance of roses, weaving the warmth of the appointment, deep love with a curtain of heart dream of the alley, let the love bloom fragrance, so that the love of the end of the world hold each other.
The idea is to be in the heart of the matter, and there is no need for oaths. Always believe that the encounter with you is not on the road, but in the heart. Light emotion, do not need to stay together, but will always be accompanied by silence. Shallow blessings, do not have to bluff, but the word heart sound. Quiet thoughts, regardless of the end of the world, but can be a sea of change. Heart to heart mingling, inadvertently, will be into the heart, and time together with the sweet smile. Only because of you, my night is not so deep that I forget the dawn smile, my dream will be brilliant. In light words, a know how, a lot of joy. The cool or lonely, the soul and the soul between the identity, more in the minuscule, only can be said can not be said in the details.
Years and years, years and years, love lingering, I am obsessed with you by the face of the years chase. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. According to the heart and walk the word, paved into a bright road of the heart, that is the way back to the spring never lost. Poetic life, is because of the ordinary fireworks, and you **** drink this cup of wind and moon, and the poetry of life, but also with you bittersweet to keep a little bit of the heart, so, the world's warmest companion is that you and I have been in, and are warm living in the heart.
I put the moon Euphemism into beautiful lines of poetry, written into each other's lives. I use thoughts to weave into colorful brocade, covered with years of sky. I'd like to use a piece of paper to describe this bone-crushing encounter," he said, "but I don't think I'm going to be able to do that. The wall of time, those stories of the past, in the twilight of the winter wind swaying alone. Thinking of you far away, the heart is not only stable, but also happy and satisfied, love, so that the silence has become a kind of beauty. Your waiting, my expectations, in the overlapping intoxicated, your pulse of warmth, as if the gentle hand touched my heart, strumming my heartstrings, so that my joy in the four seasons long. Some of the words into the eyes, landing into flowers, open in each other's hearts.
This life, do not think of the wind and snow, only think of the long flow of water; this intention, do not speak of the sea oath, only to say a love. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The couple of fireworks, white head will not leave each other. Looking through the book of the years, only the love of the light, the fragrance of humor, beautiful rhyme. Such as spring water, such as summer rain, such as autumn red pulse, such as winter snow pure pure. To hold his hand, drawing a life and death; and you swim across a world, *** a mountain high and water long. Most of all, there are you and my smile like flowers, there are you and I soft like water, there are you and my love honey sweet sweet, there are you every day to accompany me beside, in love, tender, quiet. I'll be with you every day, loving, gentle and quiet. Just good, just good, just very good.
You are the most beautiful edge of my red dust, you are the warmest encounter in my ink, you are the soul of my three lifetimes, you are the love of my life. I am so lucky, the smoke and rain and red dust and you met, I am so grateful, thin love years you gave me the most affectionate understanding. I am so thankful that you have given me the deepest understanding in the thin years! The only thing I wish for in this life is to be silent relative to each other, I don't speak, you don't speak, only the heart in conversation. Your eyes fall into my eyes, is a poem without rhyme. My eyes fall into your heart, is a blooming flower. This is so quiet and elegant, sunrise and sunset, do not ask the world, do not cause dust. Not for a thousand beautiful scenery, ten thousand kinds of flavor of a moment, only for in the vicissitudes of the sea to have a forever. Even if the silk is tinted with frost, it will not be abandoned and not forgotten.