An encounter
A thought springs up
A smile of mutual understanding
Carved a promise
The seeds of longing
Sprouted quietly in the heart
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A glance of ten thousand years
Hand in hand
A light song of 'love and love'
A long time ago, the world's most important thing was the world's most important thing.
I'm in love with you
From now on, the sky is the limit
You're the only one I remember
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One for the jinx
One for the years
I have the best music ever
I have the best music ever
I have the best music ever
I have the best music ever
I have the best music ever
***The Years
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The Reincarnation of the World
Meeting in the Red Dust
Studying in the Academy
A Hand in Hand
Even if the Butterflies are in Love
A World of Love
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A World of Love
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A World of Love
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A World of Love
A World of Love
A World of Love
A World of Love
A World of Love
***The green silk to the white hair
A thousand tender feelings melted into a stream of water
Drunkenness in each other's hearts
A lifetime of waiting
Unrepentant perseverance
An infinite love for each other
The storms and ups and downs of this life
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Love is the most inconceivable willingness
Love is the most inconceivable thing. >
Love is the most unspeakable heart***song
A lifetime of waiting hard
Only for **** to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the past life in this life
A whole life of deep love
Interpretation of the love of the eternal unchanging
Love, is the indestructible fireworks
Brilliantly the most beautiful on earth
The original article screen name：淋涧 Floating Ping / pen name: Xiao Jie, Smoke and Rain (intended to be forwarded to other websites or WeChat platform, please contact the author first, thank you!)
--Title
That day, you walked past me, knitted brows and smiled, then rooted in my desolate background, my red dust from now on only for you to beacon.
That day, you left a shallow eyebrow and low lips, like a water lily awakened by the moonlight, falling marks in my lonely night, my thousands of eulogies from now on only for you seriously.
That day, you knocked on the door of my navy blue city, watery tenderness, then in my field of vision went very deep very deep, my hustle and bustle then only for you to throw the ground.
I stood in the dust and smoke behind you, like a reed boat drifting in the waves of the years, like a drop of insignificance in the sea of shoulder-to-shoulder people. I am finally helplessly annihilated in your beautiful fireworks, silent. That a spring water amorous, packing my gloomy petal body, carry away my wishful thinking, leaving a full of misty eyes.
Years later, I hold a thin horse again passing through the dusk of this spring city, memories of you, plump figure, in the pear drop zero sound gradually clear, as if all the past, in the veins of yesterday's yellow flowers glittering.
A whole world is too long for you and me, and one side is too short for you and me. That the curtain east wind fear is no longer young, the years of frost color also climbed on the eyebrows of you and me. The eyes of the amorous, but never old, that charming clothes still wandering in my mind, never fade away. I often think, I would like for you to do that accumulation of years of firewood, wet to dry, and then to wet, in order to wait for you, peace of mind. I often think, I would like to be that radiant pine bright for you, burning out loneliness, burning karma, in order to see you, rather than with the time **** burning. I often think, I am the flowing water, you are the pear flower, in the most poignant moment to meet you, my whole spring and autumn has been destined to ups and downs.
(A) the belt gradually broadening end not regret, for Yi consume people emaciated.
I can't count how many snowfall dusk I drink the sad memories, I can't count how many rainy mornings I wandered in front of the cold window, I can't count how many cold windy nights I hugged the tearful pillow can't sleep. Sycamore tree wheel of the year, between the folds, told the waiting for a long time, I watered with tears, with thoughts as a plow, the unplowed rice paddies, harvested a season after season of the undead. Cold and cold river water, around the two sides of the crowing can't ape, but not around the footprints of wandering, that is the inscriptions of the lookout, is the whole fan of clouds the most sentimental load. March again, the fireworks are easy to cold, obsessed with the candle flame, I would like to act as that chisel wall and come to the light, sprinkled in the cold coverlet, sprinkled in the drunken cup, sprinkled in the dust of the paper, sprinkled in the many years of not flipping through the poetry.
(2) Last year today this door, the face of the peach blossom red.
The background that is far away is not ever owned, and the phantom that is stationed in a certain dream world is encountered again. I am the poet who is no longer traveling far away, escaping from the rolling dust for you, pouring out a lifetime of poetry for you, sequencing your surname, and living through the clamor of the year for you. An ink painting, landscape and idyll, a fish and wild goose, how can I beat a vermilion sand between your eyebrows. I organize the sadness of destiny, packing reincarnation of pain, let the tung flower beat my memory of the cabinet box, just to take out the moment you walked from my heart. My displaced ship, in the windy harbor aground, accustomed to chasing the lighthouse drift, accustomed to searching for you left in the world of the ancient road body fragrance, also accustomed to your collection of snow petals in the sky, everywhere cold plum. You know, I pen the end of the world, just because you look back at the smile of the cherry lips, you know, I fled the wind and dust, just because you walked into the carriage Shan Shan shi, you know, you are the fireworks I encountered the bright moon, decorated me with a lamp of sadness, awakened me to stand behind the door of the loneliness.
(C) like a belt like silk willow, the group of crisp hold snowflakes. The curtains are rolled up and the hooks are slanted. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The magnificent step carriage, such as the boundless desert, desolation from behind a burst of attack, so that my pulse does not play in tune with the left ventricle of the trill. The moles in my palm lines, stand out from the kiss of the pen, in my heart sketched out the world of love and sadness love and hate. Life is as bright as the first time I saw it, the old face for whom, for whom to carry the punishment of the years, for whom to fight the fire to act as an entertainer under the sun, and for whom to sink again and again between the beginning and the end of the sadness. A path of spring water to the east, lookout footprints straight to the other side of the stream, that buried with tears of the mouth of the well, melted the frozen spring smile, and I am still in the wind and flowers inside the moonlit night burning incense to pay homage to the heartwarming encounter.
(4) The moon on the willow, people after dusk.
Lane rain silk leaking, umbrella woman, from the smoke and rain haze came, as if this is the earth's most condensed beauty, the most romantic bleak. I carry a body full of yearning, stepped into the rain lapping the river, in order to brew, in order to harvest, more in the next season no longer wandering, to be able to reside in the building you projected under the mercurial color of the gods. I am that pocket full of fresh water, walking on land, through your bustling towns, through the hustle and bustle of the streets, just to find a breeze to turn over the chains of this karma. The sword on the cold, from the top of the tree shot down a snow leaf, my heart converted in the life and death of the Broken Bridge, may that long wind carrying my thoughts run into the circle of ripples in your eyebrows, and then in the lake brimming mirror in the fall.
Memories of you, still in the memories of galloping, I turned into a stone waiting for you to pass under the sycamore tree, in order to touch the silhouette of your oblique sunshine and your hidden in the stars in the murmuring.
Memories of you, still in the memories of the young, my face is fragile, I can not pick up their own left behind in the soil of the years, thoughts only solidified in the amber drops of the moment, in order not to lose the background of the darkness of the flowers in the background of the flow of water in the house you passed.
The pear blossom rain fall, flowing water sentimental. I would like to carry up the red dust about you, hiking into my lonely trip.
Shy time
(a)
When I was in fourth grade, I heard about her for the first time. She was my teacher's favorite daughter, and I was his favorite student. Background away from home, my teacher loved his daughter and missed her, always telling us about her childhood, she was so well-behaved and obedient, smart and clever.
I have never seen her one side, but in my teacher's vivid description of her beautiful face, has been like a lotus flower open in my mind, I am so eager to see her once.
The night my teacher came to my house for dinner, he and my father had a good conversation, chatting late into the night, I didn't fall asleep, I heard my teacher say to my father, my father has two sons, and my teacher only has two daughters, he wants me to go to the door, marry her daughter as his wife, love her life, serve him for a lifetime. At that moment I was as if an earthworm had crawled up my forehead, tingling and numb. I put my head tightly covered in the quilt, or shy nowhere to hide, I will press my hand hard on the chest, the heart is still jumping out of the heart.
At that time, I did not want to go to the door, but she was full of expectations. I felt so uneasy that night, and it was as if I felt so peaceful and contented in my heart.
Later, I went to the market with my father, my father said he would take me to the teacher's house to drink a bowl of water, take a moment to cool down, at that time whenever I think of her is so sweet and shy, for her, I just want to sneak a peek without being found by others. What's more, that night, I heard my father and the teacher's conversation, as if I was really going to marry her, I let my father say that he would not go over even after he had worn out his skin.
That night at the dinner table, my father, as if he did not know that there were so many people at the table, did not know that I would be shy in general, talked about the topic that I was both looking forward to and so shy. Father said, my teacher and teacher's mother like me very much, I hope I can go to the door, they sincerely begged my father to let me go to serve the two of them all their lives, father also said that she was on the side of the laughed, a very willing expression. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack to drill in, but at the same time, when I heard that she was happy that I went to the door, my heart was crisp and numb, so comfortable that I did not know how to dispose of myself.
Two years is so short, haven't finished listening to my teacher to tell her story, haven't had enough of my teacher's favor to me, time has been rushed to send me to junior high school. I also forgot about her in that rush.
(2)
I saw you in the first class of junior high school, our two groups of tables next to each other, we also counted "table". You have short hair, whenever you smile up with two shallow dimples, giving people a feeling of a sunflower in front of the eyes, let me feel warm, comfortable.
We soon got to know each other, you know that my name is Yang Kun, I know that your name is Wang Zhen, really nice name.
At that time, I was extremely shy and did not dare to talk to girls, except you. Since childhood, I was spoiled by the teacher, the bone is always some naughty, I often have to make you angry, and you never hate, and soon and I talk freely.
I like this kind, beautiful, gentle you, you are very good to me, than to other boys to be good, I do not understand the reason between, but gladly accept your hospitality.
Once I did not have any food tickets on me, only a meal ticket. I was not familiar with most of my classmates, and I did not dare to borrow from them, and I wanted to borrow from you, but I was embarrassed, after all, there is a difference between men and women. But finally, under the torment of hunger, I still summoned up the courage to embarrassingly open up to you:
"Do you have fifty cents? I don't have any more food tickets, so lend it to me and I'll pay you back next week, okay?" After I said that, I felt embarrassed myself, borrowing money from a girl, and only borrowing fifty cents.
"I didn't bring any money." You said. I remembered that you are the city people, every day to go home to eat, on the body is not to bring money. At the moment, I felt my face burning up to my ears.
"I'll bring it home and lend it to you, okay?" You continued. "Yes!" I replied happily. In the afternoon, you did bring a dollar from home to lend me. I felt that we were both fools, simply stupid.
Later, I was hit by a bad classmate, we simply do not have any conflict, he came in from the outside directly slap in my head, I am small, shorter than him a head, the heart feel aggrieved also dare not fight back, just say why you hit me, he hit me harder slap down, I wiped my eyes and cried. You, however, said words that make me laugh and cry:
"Yang Kun you do not cry, I go home and call my father to help you."
I puffed and laughed out, I appreciate your good intentions, but how can you let your father to help me, my stupid classmates?
From that time on I thought you were really stupid, and even though you were a good student, you must be the stupidest person in the world.
But I am also stupid, I like you such a fool, like you to me good.
Until one day, the teacher let us fill in the information, I saw your father's name, that is not exactly my elementary school teacher's name? I then looked at his occupation, teacher.
I finally understand everything, why you have always been so good to me, why others beat me when you said to call your father to help me, because he is the teacher who loves me and spoils me ah! And you, you are my little sister ah, soulful little sister ah. Since the moment you saw my name, you recognized me, only I did not know your name before and did not recognize you.
After that, I quietly switched places and never spoke a word to you again. I always remember that door-to-door, maybe I was willing to go to your house to door, but I was shy, ah, eleven or two years old when the shyness is killing people ah!
Then the first year was over.
In the second year of junior high, we had a class split, and our class, which consisted of the top 50 students in the primary exams, was broken up in the second year, and the teachers didn't think it made sense to put us together. Since then we never said a word, and sometimes we met on the road, but I pretended not to see.
Then, you went to the first state high school, I went to the first county high school. And then, I dropped out of school.
Until I couldn't see you anymore, I didn't realize that you were the one who occupied so much weight in my life, and I've been thinking about you for the past five or six years, and I've often searched for you by typing your name into the "friends network".
(3)
20xx, I in our junior high school classmates "friends network" friends one by one to find, finally, I saw your name. At that moment, I was so happy that I jumped up, so happy that I shed a tear.
I saw your QQ number in your "friend network" message, and I added you.
That night, I wanted to chat with you, but did not know what to say, I sent a cute expression. You back: "May I ask you are Yang Kun?" I was again crawling on my forehead by a worm like when I was a child. I was excited, shy, and jumped up and down on the bed.
I asked you, how did you know I was your senior brother back then ah, you said, your father has been telling you about me since you were a child, saying that I was talented and wrote a good handful of essays. You've idolized me since you were a child, and you recognized me the day you saw my name.
You asked me why I suddenly ignored you that year, even when you called me several times on the road.
I smiled, back then ah ......
We love just love
Over the years accustomed to a person in the quiet light, a mouthful of red wine, listening to their own mountains and rivers, quietly appreciate the blossoming and falling of their own hearts, injecting into the life of a belonging to their own flavor and the bland soft beauty. This kind of blandness is silent, but it can paint a touch of vivid color for life. However, you came, like a clear spring across the heart, hit the sound of tinkling, rippling waves of ripples ......
(a) 20xx
20xx year is about to go by, today I am here to record, Xu is to commemorate the eventual passing of the youth, or perhaps also the eventual passing of the love. Of course, also in order to fulfill my promise, because I said I want to give you a gift on your birthday, in fact, more should be in our "know" that day.
I call you 20xx, because this year is especially meaningful because of you, but also because you made a very good and romantic interpretation of this number: "love you for life".
(2) Dreams
I once said to you, if our story is written as an article must have a beautiful beginning. For not many lovers begin with a dream, and a dream of clouds and rain at that. Although I have thought about the title of this article as "20xx that a dream", but think about the dream is ultimately empty and transient, but I hope we can live in each other's heart for a long time, because I always believe that we love only love.
Clearly remember that day, in the first month, a colleague's family's annual routine. You are under the tree, see me pass by, actually warmly invited me to go with. I don't know why, but I agreed, even though I was very busy and had no time to spare. New Year's Eve meal has continued until the evening, we are still in the ascendant, proposed happy to continue, sing K to go. In the noisy, eager, manic 'song, you do not know when to stand beside me, loudly rushed to me, "I dreamed of you, do you believe it?" I took it for granted that these were words of jest and exclaimed, "Really? I'm so honored!" During that time I went to the restroom and you called me on my cell phone when you thought I had gone back. When it broke up you said you'd take me back, but instead the direction you called was a four-star hotel. To this day I can't understand why I didn't turn you down, maybe it was just because of that phone call, or maybe it was curiosity, you've always been a decent guy in my eyes. Because never seen you hit on any woman, and you are so well liked, everyone likes you respect you. You told me that you had that dream a long time ago and clearly remembered that the person in the dream was me. Every time you saw me you had a strange feeling. I couldn't be sure if it was true or not, but at that moment, I actually believed you. What a wonderful feeling it should be to walk into someone else's dream! Just like that, you came, like a clear spring across the heart, crashing out of the tinkling sound, rippling with a wave of ripples. So, we are not just colleagues ......
(3) Crying
This sudden happiness surrounded me like the night, so that I could not distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and could not find myself. I am like a fish diving into your sea at nightfall, breathing in your world, playing with you; swimming in your world, pampering you. I am enamored of your broad shoulders, entangled in the gentle dreamland, because you laugh, but also for you to cry.
At first, in order to be together, you invited everyone to dinner every now and then, encouraging everyone to drink to their heart's content, and drink almost all the time to invite everyone to sing. I knew it was the best way we could stay together. You don't dare to sit close to me, holding the armpit back and forth, and then simply give me a back, as if I didn't exist. I sat quietly, silently watching, this person in front of me is so strange, yesterday's tenderness is gone ah, when the indisputable tears quietly slipped down, I realized my rudeness, and hurriedly fled the scene. Hiding in the quilt, let follow the tears flooded ...... let me more sad is that you are not the first to find me not in the person, when hanging up the phone of other colleagues, I shut down.
The second time is also in the singing, you came late and did not talk much all night, and came back after I sent a message to ask why. You said, tonight there is a different kind of feeling, maybe it is jealous, looking at their beloved woman to their own good as good as others, the same let go to play. "Beware of the beloved woman" these words fell into the eyes, I can not say whether it is aggrieved or touched, throat like something stuck. Not that in front of other people try to hide it? Woke up at night, pillowcase wet, used to pick up the phone to send him a message, because I know that my information and incoming calls he used software special processing, should not be noisy to his dreams. "Wake up" immediately you replied. I thought it was you who woke up to my message. "Sorry, go back to sleep." The dream was strange that he was pregnant and was going to break up with me. The crying in the dream was sadness over having to break up, I guess... Random thoughts! When I got up early in the morning, my body felt as if it was drained of energy. He called a few times, and although he only told me about today's schedule like he did in the past, I knew what he was trying to do. I think he should not have slept well last night, right, in the moment I thought of him he also woke up, just we do not dream the same thing.
(4) flavor
You said like my flavor, yes, women for the pleasure of their own face it. Every time we get together, I will spray perfume, knowing that men ah eat color and smell, but I am happy. Because I like you like a small child like into my arms, greedy breathing cute look; like holding your head, counting your white hair roots, make fun of you before old age; like you look at me affectionately, pinch my face with your fingers, and then like a snake through my body, your prelude is always in place, under your leadership, I soon entered the state of your expectations. You mesmerize and delight me. I expect the days to shorten and the night to fall immediately, and I blush and my heart flutters at the absurdity of the thought. It's no exaggeration to say that I can smell you when I step on the steps. What would you say my smell is like? And I can't describe it. Is it the smell of your usual Epsilon body wash? Is it the scent of your wine after a little drink? Or is it the smell of your body? In short, it is difficult to describe, but it is unique, like an unnamed aroma dense my world. Remember? I once played cards when you send a message to say where you are, how I smell your flavor. That day, I suddenly smelled a fragrance, I asked everyone what flavor, everyone said no ah. I sniffed hard, why so special, déjà vu? Oh, it was his smell. I can not help but smile, grabbed the phone immediately send you a message. It turns out that your flavor can travel through time and space ah, that feeling is really wonderful! That afternoon I have been smiling ......
(E) sadness
You said with me together time is stolen, is earned; I said you are God gave me the blessing, I want to cherish the blessing, said this with a hint of sadness, perhaps you did not notice. Because a lot of times we can't do what we want, can't think of each other on the phone, can't affect each other's normal life. Sometimes, it's tempting to do whatever it takes, however, reason prevails in the end. I think this is one of the reasons why you like me. We each have happy families, why would we still be entangled together? We have discussed this question more than once, and the final answer is: earned, God-given! Do not dare to expect too much, just ask each other in the bottom of the heart to each other to leave a place on it! Because all we love is love! What will happen to us when that love disappears? I say, I will run away before you get tired of me! When I'm happy, I often think of breaking up because I care too much and am afraid of losing, right? I'm always asking myself, and every now and then, a wave of sadness hits my heart.
(F) 20xx
You said that 20xx is the fastest, happiest and most meaningful year of your life because of me! I certainly want to believe what you said, because I think so too. From now on we have one more person to hold on to. Just like the message I sent you on the eve of July: before today we won't think of each other, after that every today we will remember each other, because I don't know from which moment we are no longer divided, right dear? I believe it will be so, the feelings between us, as if the secret lover, has a treasure that has not seen the light of day, but never be able to air and show off. However, we do not count, not greedy, not demanding, not sound, in the darkness brewing an altar of strong incense, intoxicated each other!
20xx gone, no disappointment, 20xx came, no need to look forward to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it!
(VII) small note
Dear, today is your birthday, happy birthday! I will always love you the way you need me to! There is no way to hug on this special occasion, only silent wishes!
On Valentine's Day, I threw myself into the wind
Wen/Haihua
Tonight, on the eve of Valentine's Day, in front of the window, under the lamp, I read a poem by Xi Murong.
"A blossoming tree, how to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship." Reading her poems always makes me realize a glimpse of the beauty of love.
What is love?
Love is a romantic poem. Sometimes she is "a hibiscus in clear water, naturally unadorned"; sometimes she is "born in the splendor of the summer flowers, died in the quiet beauty of the autumn leaves"; sometimes she is "not seen in the day, thinking like madness", "into my lovesickness door, know my lovesickness bitter, long lovesickness, long memories, short lovesickness, endless"; sometimes she is "holding hands with his son, with his son to grow old". She is fresh and gorgeous, she is passionate and subtle, she is also lovesick and sweet.
Love is a sacred and inviolable angel. She sows sweet and sour to the people in love to taste, but they go to heaven alone. The people who have tasted the flavor of love will eventually understand that the place where there is love is heaven.
Love itself is beautiful and romantic. However, the love is so beautiful and romantic with me is not destiny. Farewell to a love, the angel of love waved the wounded wings, it will not again favor that because of love and broken fragile heart.
I am a tree, I am a tree with flowers. This is the most beautiful moment of my life. Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I am going to throw myself into the wind. The gentle wind opens wide wings, it carries a surface seems to be smooth within the scarred desolate and miserable but refused to yield to the heart. Let the wind take me wherever it wants. I will be there, not sad or happy.
The wind through the tunnel of time and space, bringing me to the north of Jiangnan Sebei.
Jiangnan, a dream-like place. The March of Yangzhou, the beauty of the West Lake as paradise, the long smoke and water of the town of Wuzhen ...... apricot blossom spring rain, small bridges and flowing homes, the ancient color of the ancient charm of the green stone street, and that hold the oil paper umbrella knot with the sadness of the lilac woman. All of these constitute a quiet and ethereal ink painting. I have traveled in the painting, heard the gentle whispers of "lingering butterflies dancing and delicate warblers crying"; appreciated the gorgeous colors of "the sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring"; and felt the romantic feelings of "a tree blossomed with swallows murmuring, and the hoofs of the horses all the way to attract the flower butterflies". The romantic "flowers and butterflies".
The north of Serbia, a place of dreams. If Jiangnan is a romantic ink painting, then Sebei is a very realist oil painting. It is a strong color, magnificent and bold, "the north wind rolls the ground white grass folded, Hutian August that is flying snow." "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds twilight, the north wind blowing geese snow have." It is vast and boundless, no cover, "the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields." It is far away and vast, cattle and sheep, "The sky is pale, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep." It is magnificent, majestic and magnificent, "The desert is lonely, the Yangtze River sets the sun." The long river and the round sun. There is a dream place, the dream of young people steering a horse and whip, the end of the world.
However, the Jiangnan night under the eaves of the bridge do not understand the wilderness of the northern part of the country.
Born in Jiangnan, I have no chance to come from the northern part of the country.
Once the encounter was a fireworks-like rosy. That is standing on the peak of the mountains tasting poetry, poetry; that is to meet the sea breeze convergence sleeve grinding, dancing ink; that is sitting on the shore of the Xizi Lake idle knocking chess, the moon under the piano ...... flashing the light of love fireworks, a moment of bloom, as if having the attention of the world, at that moment, the whole world belongs to them. Now, everything, as the fireworks dispersed the flow of years, crossing without leaving traces, the night sky because of the broken fireworks and tears.
Listening to Liang Xinyi's "Little Tree", the dim light blurred my eyes, and I wrote a small poem:
Expecting and happy
From planting to blossoming
Under the flower, a youthful face
Lyrics of romantic poems
Wandering and sad
From blossoming to blossoming
The flower of the flower is the flower that falls. >
In the distance, a lonely back
Whispering a sad song of departure
From flower to flower
From sadness to anticipation
Hundreds of turns
Can't withstand
The wheel of the years
Lamenting the youthfulness of the youth, the youth is a song of departure, the youth is not to be waited for. Treading on the marks, growing up, maturing. The rose missed the flowering period, love missed eternity. Some miss is not intended to miss, some love is not do not want to love, but can not continue to love.
I am a tree, I am a tree that blooms. On Valentine's Day, I threw myself into the wind. By virtue of the west wind, blow dry tears eyes, wind dry a four-year memory.
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A world of love, a lifetime of essays, etc. 3
Brothers call a, full of more than a few feelings.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and I saw the movie.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was in the same boat with my brother, and he was in the same boat with me.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to go in style and live a happy life.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
I can't say enough about my journey,
I can't say enough about my colorful life,
I just want to spend my young days in the city.
I can't get enough of the waves,
I can't get enough of the love,
I can't get enough of the love,
I can't get enough of the love,
I can't get enough of the love.
I'd like to call my brother, and I'd like to take care of myself.
We will keep the well-being of our family in mind.
We will be able to travel all over the world with the help of our brothers.
We will watch the flowers bloom and talk about life with a smile.
The first thing you need to do is to call out to your friends and family, and then you can say "yes" to them.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to let go of your mind and enjoy peace.
I can't tell you how much I love you,
I can't tell you how much I love you,
I can't tell you how much I love you,
I just want to walk with you in the rain and the wind.