Love a person, is to protect him well, accompany him to the old, I want to grow old with you, from the red face to gray hair, from holding hands to the end of the light, time shallow, hand in hand, together with the old.
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I always believe that, on the way of people, there are always two leaves, bathing in the same sunshine, there are always two flowers, exuding the same fragrance, the heart of the fellowship, is the soul of the deepest know how. Understand you, is the full moon, standing in front of the window, across the mountains, across the water, is traveling all over the mountains, lights, the lights at the end of the place, that a hurried glance back; is the heart of the moving, in the bland abiding, more and more deep precipitation; is a beautiful sentiment, in the accumulation of the day and month, the spread of the drip, some emotions, seemingly light as the wind, but the depth of feeling, such as a poem, is the word to stay in mind, the memory of the past.
In the troubled world, I would like to have a person who can accompany me, such as a chrysanthemum like the quiet of the old days. In the spring to see a hundred flowers in the fall to enjoy the moon, summer bathing cool wind winter to enjoy the snow, in the evening dusk, overlooking the lights, sitting in the halo of the years, to see a good old days. As I get older, I yearn for those gentle and clean images, and an ordinary and cozy life, and sometimes, plainness is far better than sitting in prosperity. Jiang Xun said, the deepest love is a word of peace, better than all the language, then I just need you to be safe, in a long time, with me a porridge and a meal, see the scenery along the way. There are always some true love, to use the deepest companionship, to fulfill, there are always some to remember, to warm this way of the mountain high water long.
Love, is to know, is compassion, when you are young, I was just in time, I love your burning face, at this time, even if you gray hair, hobbling, I still love your shallow wrinkles. Love is the April sky of that a fireworks splendor, is the August osmanthus incense Xinyuan, is the cold plum snow remorseless, whether it is instantly open to confluence, or to the old mutual support in the sunset figure, remember, are the beauty of the heart.
A song listened to many years, still like, a person, accompanied by a long time, still in the heart, choose a city to end of the old, meet a person white, I came to this world, all the thousands of turns, in order to be able to meet such a you, life eternal things are not much, but I feel the same way about you. Like to stand with you in the wind, laughing at the sun and the moon, willing to walk with you in the rain, share the night and day, if your hair is messed up, I gently help you sort out, if you have wrinkles, I quietly smoothed out for you, will be your sadness and happiness, together with a porridge and a meal, framed in the bottom of the heart, the years of the old, the love of you is still the same, not because of the scenery that you have walked through together, and how much joy, only for that cherish and know, only for you! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
If you can, please live in my words, even though the world is more noisy, I promise you a quiet spring, summer, fall and winter, I planted for you the red beans of acacia, the moon is missing and the moon is full, you are in my heart, never far away, and my life is therefore no longer lonely. Those words that I said to you are my shallow heart, those poems that I wrote for you, I borrowed time and read them over and over again. There is no moon on the top of the willow, there is no one after dusk, you just live in my words, into my life, until old age, do you think it's good?
All the experiences in this world are used to cherish, all the deep love must be superimposed and generated, I don't know how much time will pass by the distance from spring to autumn, I don't know how much wind and rain from the red face to white hair to walk through, I only know that the distance between the heart and the heart to know how to measure, thanks to you to give me that is called the whole life of the paper, so that I can accompany the sun and the moon, planting flowers, planting trees, planting time on it. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Let me be able to wash all the lead, in the world of smoke and fire, only for one person to linger around, low brow into a lotus.
Perhaps the happiest thing in this life is to hold the hand of the loved one, in the plain, walk through the wind, walk through the rain, walk through all the sadness and happiness, and then, and you and the court in front of the wine to see the falling flowers, to see the frost stained white hair. Every day at dusk, I will love the person, lit a warm lamp, and then, together, share the life of the little by little, listening to him talk about the experience of the day, accompanied by his simple smile, nervous about his nervousness, at that moment, the room overflowing with the flavor of fireworks, the heart, since it is a joy.
How much I hope that, far away from the hustle and bustle of the green mountains, can have a house with you, do not need to be very big, behind the house planting fruit trees, planting flowers in front of the room, to have a window, I every morning, sitting in front of the window of the sunshine to write, and then look up, you can see out the window to my smile, this is the destiny of this life gifted me with the most pure and beautiful time.
I want to grow old with you, touch your face that is familiar, see your face that is getting old, and you walk through rivers and mountains, over the bumps and wind and rain, into each other's lives, we are so, time is shallow, hand in hand, together with the old. Watching the sun rise and set, watching wildflowers bloom on the hillside, watching the moon wax and wane, and bathing in the sunshine of the four seasons with you***. In a clothes and a meal in the simplicity of interdependence, red dust years, I am, you are, love, is that I promised you a life of spring and flowers.
When I was old, my eyes were downcast, my temples were stained with frost, only your heart was hidden in my youth, still so green, when I was old, my back was bent, my steps were hobbled, only your eyes were overflowing with love, still so clear. Years that river we wade through together, the gathering and dispersal of life we pass through together, when we are old, you are my eyes, I am your crutch, I life's warmest thing is on the way to meet with you, and then mutually help each other, *** smell the fragrance of the flowers, I just wish that this life, the meal is with you to do, the water is your end, I love you, is what you say, so to the old, how good!
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: with me together with the pen to ask the flow of the year
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: with me together with the pen to ask the flow of the year
First,
Walking along the riverside, so that the heart returns to the quiet, hopefully, the soul of the **** song. The green mountains and green water in the distance, like a painting of ink, is chanting the vicissitudes of life and tenderness.
Time outlines the footprints of all beings, the river wind and fishing fire, depicting the poetic love. On the vast surface of the river, the white sails drumming, swinging the soul of the oars. Who is it that brands the footprints of deep love on the riverbank, praying for her compassion.
The moonlight scatters the peaceful gospel, depicting one beautiful story after another. You hold up the clear water of the river, holding out the heart of the matter like a lotus, and look at the clouds and winds of the world lightly. I welcome the moonlight, soothe the restless mind, let the heart fly.
Willow green, swaying with the wind, the thin waist, dancing the cycle of seasons. This scene, like a cup of millennium of pure alcohol, wine is not intoxicated people from drunkenness. I wandered in the quiet riverside, ang up the pretty face, dancing lightly. Young heart, you are overflowing with the beauty of youth, like a river of spring water, only shadow to whom to go. Sorrowful heart, dipped in ink, unfolding white letterhead, talking about a person's old age.
Secondly,
The river wind and fishing fire, lit the eyes of the stars, standing in the wind, desolate coriander years of watch. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me. I tore up the sadness of the poem, let it drift away with the wind. Those who are reluctant to give up the past, are melted in the embrace of the river, quietly flowing.
Tonight, the wind of the river accompanies me in my dreams. Who would like to sleep with me in the soft time, put down all sorts of mortal heart, abandon the infatuation, love and hate, and listen to the music of the ethereal. And who would like to sink the ship in the dark night, looking for that pair of black eyes. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and then you'll be able to see them.
Your gentle voice, like a lullaby of the night, soothes my heart of deep love. You can't be sure that you'll be able to find a way to get to the top of the list, but you'll be able to find a way to get to the top of the list, and you'll be able to find a way to get to the top of the list.
Moonlight lover, you are my black eyes, light up the fireworks of love for me, and set off the fireworks on earth for me. I am willing to, in your arms drunken drinking and forgetting, forgetting the red dust past, silent and joyful. I am willing to accompany you in the mountains and the water, and the qin and sepals are in harmony. You pick a ray of starlight, create a wonderful dream, hanging in the window of happiness, eavesdropping on the sound of the years. At this time, if I pick a flower language, with the moonlight loving soul of the piano strings, playing the spring breeze and rain, playing the heart of the *** song. Would you like to melt in the spring breeze, and my soul mingled with water and milk?
Third,
The wind from the river is refreshing. The long-lost touch and joy, surging wave after wave, sailing to the unknown ferry. Each wave lifts a white heart, looking for the only soul mate in this life.
People who get up in the morning to exercise, waving their youth and sweat without regret. The people who run around in order to live, can not let go of the weight of life, pick not remove the red dust distractions. Only in the back of the forced smile, in order to happiness and hard work. Innocent children, raise the face of the crescent moon, sprinkle laughter. The old people are dancing in the sunshine, dancing the cycle of life.
Warm sunshine, stretching out, waking up the river in meditation. You are bathing in the sunshine, dancing in the music of the heart. The words, a poem, a word, are the soul of the love language. Your hand touched my face and gently scooped up my heart. I was drunk, drunk in the dream you made, looking for our dream.
Silent soul, accompanied by melodious singing, dancing. In this life, if I can return to the field with you, with the river as a companion, do not ask what is right and wrong, and put the soul in each other's hearts, whether love will bloom like spring flowers.
Fourth,
You have been through a thousand years of wind and rain, standing as the beginning. You are as pure as a lotus, purifying the green hills and waters, and cleansing the hearts of the people. The world of greed, anger and dementia can not change your pure heart, you to watch the posture, encounter, soft time.
The city's fireworks, witnessed your past life, with you through thick and thin, never leave. You embrace the infatuation of all beings, holding holy water, in the flow of time, walking. Listen, the sound of the wind, is your deep call, is you with a tolerant heart, sprinkled with the sunset. Look, that fishing fire, is your eyes of the spirit of the eye, loving a season of fireworks.
Scoop a ladle of river water, use it to clean my eyes. I read your ravings, I read your peace. Are you willing to open the scroll of memory, so that I branded on your heart, with you to run to an ancient vow, with you to meet that gorgeous rainbow.
I am y in love with you, and would like to return to your embrace, guarding the beloved former residence with you, bracing an orchid boat with you, writing a happy life. In this life, I would like to follow the sound of your previous life and pray for the holding of each other in the next life. In this life, I would like to hang the folded sorrows in every pure land you pass by, and set sail with the wind. Come on, take my hand, and pen the question of the years with me. 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 some of the most popular products and services.
1, the lapel still remains yesterday's flowers, around the side of the drift or that déjà vu flow of clouds, reach out and intercept the piece of autumn wind blowing self-conscious Ran and down the yellowish leaves, a bitter into my heart.
2, different time, different places, different people, change of space, change of face, change of language, unchanged is my love for you!
3, I would like to do a tree, standing in the road you must pass. I would like to do a cloud, for you to resist the hot sun. I would like to be an umbrella to withstand the storm.
4, the city is looking for something, looking for a job, looking for a place to live, looking for a lover, looking for a memory, looking for a dream. There are some who are looking for another person, and some who are looking for themselves, and some who are looking for something, but they can't tell what they are looking for .
5, sometimes, we live a very tired, not life is too mean, but we are too easy to be infected by the atmosphere of the outside world, by the emotions of others. Walking in the crowd, we always feel that there are countless Through the heart of the eyes, there are a lot of short and long cold words, and ultimately messed up the mind, and gradually be bound to their own weaving in a mess. In fact, you are living to see for themselves, not many people can keep you in the heart
6, perhaps a person's best look is a little quiet. Even if you live alone. Through a city and a city, walking through a street and a street, looking up at a piece of the sky, witnessed a parting and a parting. Then fade down, so finally can honestly say, I finally not so obsessive.
7, if one day, you want to leave me, I will not stay you, I know you have your reasons; if one day, we pass by, I will stop, staring at your back far away, tell myself that person I once loved. Perhaps people can love many times in their lives, however, there is always a person who can make us laugh the most, cry the most thoroughly, think the deepest .
8, people tired, rest; heart tired, calm. Growing up, mature, this society will see through. Tired, sad, squat down, give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you. You cry, the tears are your own; you are in pain, no one can appreciate. Then you only have tears to smile .
9, when you are in a bad mood, often ask yourself what you have rather than what you don't have. If you feel bad, you raise your eyes and look out the window, the world is big, the scenery is beautiful, there are many opportunities, life is very short, do not curl up in a small piece of shadow. If your life is already at a low point, then, go boldly. Because how you walk is up.
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11, to learn to understand, do not always let parents worry; we have grown up, do not what things are stifled in the heart. Really have any sadness, and friends to talk about; we grew up, to learn to care about people. Don't ask others to do anything; really, grow up, don't be capricious, and understand that one day we will take on all the responsibility .
12, dear, let us become each other's sun, light up the darkness of life. Let us become each other's strength, so that the bad becomes the past. The reality of life makes honesty gloomy, but I believe we have our faith. I wish we can still see each other's positivity after crossing the dusty years, I am very fragile you are very thin, but pulling up the hand we will be very brave
13, polycentric people are destined to live a hard life because it is too easy to be swayed by other people's emotions. Much hearted people are always thinking, the result is trapped in a mess of thoughts, can not move. Sometimes it's better to be less mindful than more mindful. -- Han Han 张小娴语录
14, when I was forty years old, healthy, a little savings, married, husband considerate, children obedient, have a really like the work, this is success, do not have to become famous, do not have to get rich. -- Yishu "The End of the Earth"
15, if love you are heaven to my task, I am willing to this task is permanent, it should not have a period of time. Because God knows I will cherish you.
16, some of the road we walked side by side, some of the story we are the protagonist, a song we sang that long, always the same is the heart of the deep-rooted obsession with love.
17. I want to see you, I want to call you, I hope you can think of me, even for a second, I am very happy.
18, a minute can make a person's heart broken, an hour can like a person, a day can love a person, to use a lifetime to forget a person.
19, without you, my world has no color; without you, my sky has no white clouds; without you, my body has no soul; without you; my life is only tragedy!
20, the fish said: you can never see my tears, because I am in the water, the water said: I can feel your tears, because you are in my heart .
21, how long the night, how long the tears, tears long love longer, rain and shine to follow you across a century! We sail forward in the ocean of destiny!
22, and you meet in the summer dusk afternoon, want you in the autumn frost, kiss you in the grass has been green in the spring, just want to gently ask you ---- let me love you all my life, okay
23, and you know is a kind of fate, and you love is a kind of beauty, and you are a kind of blessing, I would like to be with you forever.
24, I can think of the most romantic thing, is to grow old with you, until we are old where we can not go, you still treat me as a treasure in the hand.
25, every day for your heartbeat, every moment is touched by you, every second for you to worry about. It's a great feeling to have you!
26, once you hold hands, please believe in your choice, do not take into account too much secular vision. Maybe TA's education is not high, maybe TA's face is aging, maybe TA is in the ordinary occupation, but do not forget, you once because of the beauty of TA's heart and chose TA. your partner is not your gossip hanging on the side of the mouth to brag about the capital, but to be put in the heart of the love of the people.
27, living a confused person, easy to be happy; living too sober people, easy to worry. Everything is too serious, trouble everywhere; and confused people, do not know how to calculate, although simple and rough, but therefore find the great realm of life. We like to admire the happiness of others. At first glance, but found that he was also admired by others envy. But your happiness, often in the eyes of others, but not in their own hearts
Just want to grow old with youYou said, this life is destined to be destined to tie the knot with me, and I have to be with me for the rest of my life. Waiting for the old, we can be together to recall the laughter and tears in the long river of years. With these **** the same memories, we are no longer lonely. In the unknown years, no matter the wind and rain, we hold hands and walk together. Two hearts that love each other, in the wash of life slowly grow old.
However, you have broken your promise. You in a sunny afternoon, in a night full of darkness, you with a bloody hickey gone. That year, you were 25 years old.
25 years old, that is a life as the age of flowers. The years of youth surge with the dampness of the season. Grass singing on the branches, willow in the river holding a kite running, flower fairy draped in a big red cover, as married bride wearing a big red cheongsam, the Imperial City is full of smoke and willows in the spring color of all this in the eyes of the people seems to be so beautiful, and you said, it is not important to you, it is important not to hold hands with me to old age, the end of the life.
When you left, full of wounds, legs and arms by the wheels devoured a mouth, crimson blood a puddle of puddles to the outside flow, my whole body and mind are soaked. The white face as a bleached wax paper, no blood, two eyes closed tightly, as if asleep, neon lights now you slender shadow I cried, crying heartbreaking, and you are very peaceful, as if not with any regret, gone, gone forever, never came back at that moment, the earth stopped for you for seven seconds.
Since then, more than 9,000 days, I think of you day and night, think of you and you walk hand in hand across the red carpet of that unforgettable memory. You wore a red cotton jacket, covered with a red headscarf, shy look is a typical full of silly bride. I held your hand and slowly stepped into the marriage hall. The wedding hall firecrackers ringing, drums and music, welcome the suona for you to play a sweet music, you smiled, smiled like a budding peony, some moving.
Your shy look is the best. Both eyebrows lowered, thin lips as two cicada wings slightly open, revealing two rows of fish teeth teeth, bright eyes like a spring, reflecting the net beauty of the soul and sweetness. Smile, two cheeks scarlet, tender white face as smeared with a layer of pink rouge, natural and not pretentious, decent and not frivolous, very nice.
You will also cry. On the day of the wedding, you hide in the boudoir crying, you kneel in front of your mother, pulling your mother's hand refused to step out of the boudoir door, the mother took you, and you together with the teary-eyed, to meet the bride's team outside the door waited for half a day. Until the auspicious moment, you stopped crying, sat on the sedan chair, along with the procession of welcoming the bride came to my side. From then on, you became my bride. The year, you are 23 years old.
23 years old, is worth the bean crown years, graceful curls thirteen more, cardamom tips early February. The beauty of youth always makes people obsessed. But you are ill-fated, weak body, more than the thin yellow flowers. You said, you don't like Lin Daiyu, a disease of a delicate attack, a thin red face and a pitiful life. You said, her "funeral rhetoric" has too much sadness, read some nasal congestion. You said, you like Jia Baoyu, he is very infatuated with Lin Mei loyal, you also asked me: will you love me like Baoyu? I said, will. I want to hold your hand and grow old together. You smiled
Our days together were very happy. During the day, you work in the field, sewing and mending; at night, you wear a needle and thread under the lamp, alone in the room. I teach in a country school ten miles away from home, only once a week at home with you. But despite this, we were happy and satisfied.
But your weak body killed me. I took you to the hospital twice a day for three days, and every time I saw a needle sticking in your veins as if it were sticking in mine, my heart was weeping and bleeding. I often cursed God for being unfair to you, why this disease was not born on me, but had to torture a weak woman like you? You covered my mouth and scolded me, saying, "You are not allowed to say that. I want to hold hands with you and grow old together. But before we grew old, you left me and Qing'er behind. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
You are cruel enough. You don't say hello to me when you leave, and you don't say goodbye to me, you just quietly left. Away is 28 years. 28 years, you know how I came over? I think about you all the time, read you, how many times I call your name in my dreams, how many times I meet you in my dreams. By the Magpie Bridge, every year, we meet on the eve of the seventh day of the seventh month, I traveled through the sea of people, looking for you, but the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the yin and yang are separated. I look through the eyes, hope ah, wait ah, waiting for ten years of life and death two blank, do not think about, short of Pine Ridge, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak
Ching Ming Festival, I brought the wine and food, came to your grave, would like to talk to you, catching up on the old, but you are always the door is closed. The door is full of weeds, and you won't clean it up. I searched around and couldn't see you. I said a lot of words to you in front of the door, asked you a lot of things, but you did not answer me a sentence, do you think I nagging, or another new love?
This is a good thing that you have left, and you don't have to worry about anything. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I think about you every day, think about you, but just do not see you. Every time I come back from school, I always feel a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart, and the bedroom is cold and quiet. Lying in bed at night, tossing and turning to sleep, full of thoughts of our happy time together. You hold the green child sitting on the edge of the bed to breastfeed, I sat next to you while admiring the Chinese painting, the weak light reflecting your thin face, my heart is like an angel, drunkenness on earth but these, wait until the next morning when you get up, but nothing, nothing, but a thousand lines of tears
Today is the Qingming Festival, I brought my nephews to visit you. They have all grown up, our Qing'er has also grown up, they have all gotten married and had children. You don't know all this, do you? Why are you crying? Who told you to leave? You miss me, don't you? When you miss me, give me a call or send me a yi yi yi yi, yi yi yi, you know? That's the one that, hey, don't say it, you'll see.
You don't forget, we have pulled the hook, there was an appointment, I want to hold your hand, accompany you to grow old together. Not allowed to cheat, cheated, you are the little flower dog.