The first: about the wife's log
Everything silver, iron trees, a touch of green on the far peaks of the mountain, it is like a woman who does not apply powder, just plain and simple head wearing a happy flower, long time, happy, romantic, destined to come quietly. From now on, my empty city, there is a warm, that is the text to fill in the blanks in the early waiting for the snow white; your heart city, there is a miss, that is the ice and rain and snow mingling and the enthusiasm of the bond. Ice kiss, originally in this winter can also be warm. Snow, is quiet, white, flawless, it is the winter cloak, snow over the sky, winter snow colorful fairy tale, mountain peaks powder handsome, mountain springs more clear, unadulterated piece of snow white, composed of winter lingering, renewed winter poetry, depicting the winter rhyme enthusiasm. Looking through the window, the frosty sea and clouds, snow hanging plum, proud pine stay green around the distant peaks, phi snow such as if the bride fell to, near the pavilion eaves hanging ice through the crystal, as if waiting for the deceased to come, echoed near and far, winter love, so in the quiet snow white, beautiful as a picture. Winter wind has passed, the branches swaying, squeaking sound like winter language, can not cut away from the reluctance and love, winter love is also love, stay in love with the total thoughts, snow dance romantic season, you came, you love the snow came, only for the previous life that the wind and snow promised a date. Winter came, snow, this end of the mountain, the end of the river, "seventeen Wanglang" swing valley, ice into a straight path, love ladder, two moods Nong final hold.
In this winter, the voice of China Jin Zhiwen ended the eight-year love run, and his wife to a successful marriage, hand in hand happy into the marriage hall. In this winter, Chongqing "love ladder" story, ordinary people left more than six thousand stairs, but also between lovers warm soft love. See this winter, the road to marry the wedding car often see, happy smile, the most romantic, sweet. This winter is not cold, its snow, is pure; its wind, is to send blessings. Crazy for love, the most romantic thing, is to hold the love of the people together with the end of the world, life and death, is a responsibility for each other in the future, a commitment. At this moment, the sky full of snowdrops, white and lasting, is not exactly the symbolism of growing old together?
Love is a pure and beautiful emotions, sometimes willingly, sometimes powerless. Love for a long time, into a habit; pain for a long time, into a scar; hate for a long time, into a burden. People who have a heart, and then far will also remember each other; heartless people, at hand but as far as the end of the world. If your love stays in once, it only belongs to that time in the past. Like a person's difficult to extricate themselves, miss a person's heart, love like the tide surging to, pain and happiness happiness, emotional fault, looking forward to the heart of complementary and call. However, a tear and said goodbye, destined to laugh through the vicissitudes of life, thank you, thank you for your heart is unique, thank you once for us in that winter to depict the most romantic scenario painting.
There is a kind of unswerving called lover, there is a kind of life and death called old companion, happy marriage is in the product, blank marriage is in the simmering, the wrong marriage is over the robbery, from the shallow to the profound marital life, relying on the affectionate feelings of the foundation and the two hearts of the mutual tolerance of the pinch, and the heart of the **** Ming. High-quality married life must at least have mutual sincerity, mutual trust, mutual respect, mutual respect, mutual affection, mutual love, cultivated, quality, not tossed. Love is the right, to be loved is happiness, to love each other is forever, to stay together until old age is eternal life. Everyone has their own share of happiness, meet, cherish, hand in hand, and grow old. If you are not careful, you will walk through your life together, it's that simple. The Buddha allowed me to wait for you at which reincarnation crossing? A thousand years apart, love out of thin air, only miss, finally met. Love, started here, will also be reincarnated here. You stare at the eyes from the eyes did not put away a smile, just the eyes of the deep to see through the end, a love melted into a persistent, an agreement to exchange for a lifetime of waiting, love, and finally become the right result.
Into the world of wandering, deep bottomless, see and hear, experience too many hearts and people say, but also witnessed the separation of life and death, originally thought that I need a piece of the ocean, in fact, only need a cup of boiling water is enough; originally thought that I need to be rich in the world, in fact, only need a warm home, a comfortable bed enough; originally thought that the feelings to come to a roaring, in fact, ordinary is fundamental; originally thought that the life is to be rich and colorful, in fact, often a good idea, but also a good idea. Originally thought that life should be rich and colorful, in fact, often grateful in the quiet and calm is the true nature of life. It turns out that the ideal is very neutral, the reality is very bone-skinny, pragmatic is true. All seasons of the year, snow is a good year, winter is cold, but also the end of the year, nature can not be changed, happiness is created by hard work, a year's plan in the spring, to seek, to struggle, spring and fall to winter snow to, winter in the red, is also regarded as the harvest season. Career a step closer, the child grew taller, the elderly well-being, the family is still harmonious and beautiful reunion, everything is so, peace as desired.
The most romantic winter, met can think, can read, can be close, lovely sound of the heart; winter is the most romantic thing, is with the son of each other, through thick and thin and a year, each other's life and life have a more in-depth understanding and reflection, in return, is to seek common ground, mutual tolerance, mutual understanding, know how to cherish the possession of the half-life. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're going to do it.
Second: about the wife's journal
Men are most afraid of entering the wrong line, women are most afraid of marrying the wrong man. Feelings do not have a hundred steps through the hundred shots! Women looking for a lifetime of happiness, there is like an unknown dandelion do not know where to drift with the wind? Many years later, what kind of character, what kind of feelings combined, decided what kind of marriage and life. Happiness of the music score always has its trend and determinism, while creating its inevitability. Ask the extramarital people, in the end, how much how long to find belong to their own life happiness positioning and homing?
Romantic encounters, close to the feeling; romantic dating, close to the love; romantic choice, love and marriage. A choice destined for a lifetime of happiness, a lifetime of happy families rely on couples to understand each other, trust, respect, tolerance. It is like holding a handful of sand, relaxed grip, it will not leak at all, the tighter you hold, the more it leaks. Good men can not be compared with their husbands, good women can not be compared with their wives, but some really can not be compared, than hurt self-esteem, hurt feelings, even if the starting point is to promote. When your woman chose to follow you, is the wine of the wine, other than the water is mixed with the fog in the flowers drunk. Love lies in the fascination, lies in the feeling of appreciation and admiration, and the best marriage countersignature is not equal to the best marriage state, happy marriage, is the responsibility plus feelings. Marriage is an eternal regret, there is no love of marriage is not stable, only love of marriage is not stable, time and distance can make love heating and cooling. Marriage is comfortable with worry, family is not supposed to be a place for reasoning. Happy families are similar, unfortunate families have their own misfortunes. Virtuous wife is the most valuable family wealth, smart woman to her husband's face to smear gold, stupid woman to her husband's face to smear black, the wife despises her husband is the family's most profound tragedy. The real love code lies in the life of some trivial things reflect each other's love for you. Pride can not be long, the desire can not be indulged, the joy can not be extreme, the ambition can not be full, to please each other, but also a kind of management of the highest art of marriage. Two people with the same sweet **** pain to establish the kingdom, to one's own pleasure, the gas, the private destruction or empty it, ask the face of the child howling tears, the old man's bitterness, each other's tearing up the lungs, think twice before acting under the self-conscience, who still have the courage to go to the dashing in a go back? Who can not guarantee that the original intention of marriage as always? But the choice of love, we must rely on its energy to grind, mutual understanding and tolerance. The ultimate truth in a word: the responsibility of marriage is heavier than Mount Tai, even if it is as light as water, but also must pay for their own choices, so that, in order to be worthy of love, marriage, family and do a person.
Winter lovesickness keep empty city, romantic mojo Jin Zhiwen. "The night is deep, I still can not sleep for you, the mood before dawn, the deepest gray, left and right, you do not know how to face what I can do, only silence, to experience love is to let people drown in the sea. Lonely time, want to go to escape, turn around a moment, your appearance, your tears, so that people do not dare to open their mouths to tell you out loud, you have been in my world there are too many past hard to cut off, hard to forget too heartbroken you, only to choose not to give up and not reluctant. Please do not cry, this is not beautiful. Love is supposed to make people drown in the ocean, deep bottomless hard to hold on to our memories, hold your breath, heartbeat frequency has a kind of magic, it allows us to slowly get closer, I want to tell you out loud, you have been in my world!"
Winter lyric a song of romance, waving the pen to describe a lifetime of warmth, lifting the text to narrate a life together, music a life called leisure, obsessed with an aroma called intoxication, the wind is light and snow dance, the man is like a volume, the woman is like a book. The man is like a scroll, the woman is like a book, the lover is like a word, the face is like a poem. Carry a season of winter rhyme, hold a bouquet of romantic flowers, realize a world of true love, in the years of the confusion in the lyric paper full of absurdity, driving the winter snow, step romantic love affairs, through the seasonal agreement, quietly appreciate the happiness of the world.
Third: about the wife's journal
The stage of youth staring at the past, the big red makeup of the playwrights pouring the face, stroking the sleeves of the dark fragrance of a dress singing, how is it that I am a thousand years of distant hope, suona sound fell on the erhu strings of the extinct song, but it is my turn to the face of the speechless tears fall sad choke, those who hold the hand of his son to live and die together promises! The promises of holding hands with your son and following him through life and death, in the land of fire and red dust, have been refined into a sentence with no intention of making a joke? The palm lines of the past is difficult to grasp the sincere heat, the distance between the stand into the end of the world, the sentence, I love you, noiseless, boiling in the blood, see, the passing water without trace, pain in the heart.
Walking alone on the road in the red dust, insight into all the sadness of the split, those who are too late to stage a long time, in the season of love by the merciless wind blowing away, to see the world of things have been repeatedly entangled in a series of disturbances, vertical and horizontal wheel of life in the vein hand paper pen is difficult to paint the sky, only a hundred turns of dreams and feelings, as in the past, the memories of the years you laughed at life, the ups and downs of the past, waving the ever The most painful stroke, but not the answer to the vow of peace, the ending is silent, the personnel of their own points.
If there is a period of blossom, then the butterfly chase can be buried forever in a season, if love has a vow of unchanging in this life, the ancient red face will not have tears stained string tone of the intestines, the rain and smoke of this life, detained a handful of love of the love of the past, who is? The first thing you need to do is to look at the flowers and hurt them. The fingers of the discernment of the fall to the endless world, the past blossom fruitless, beautiful purple and red by the wind away from the fall, the world of the maple leaves, an acacia red, fade into the legend of you and me in this world, such as song, such as complaints, and as yesterday.
Gradually far away, can not see the back, disappeared in front of the eyes, in addition to nothing to do, can do nothing more than quietly watching, until the end of life at the end of the end of the line, some people say 'my life longing to be a collection of people, properly placed, carefully preserved, free from my bitter, free from my surprise, free from my displacement, free from my no branch to rely on, but that person, I know, I have always known that he will never come. I know, I have always known, that he will never come. Such pain in the heart of the sentence, not about the wind and the moon, but off to you and I water and moon mirror show, once every look back moment, engraved with the established robbery in this life, I use the reincarnation of the reincarnation of the world, in the opposite end of the world, the bitter taste, the bitter brew.
The red dust is not double, the tone of the face, the hall and the years in the track of life you have come, with a fragrant title page cast read my life's emotions, every time I flip will not be able to help but lost in the sea of thoughts, so many days and nights I humbly ambled to measure your distance from me in the end there is still how far away? Is my faraway place still there is that Lin Curtain's watchfulness? I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of you.
Everything seems to be far away, related, unrelated to their own weak water three thousand, glorious years wrapped up in the time without destiny, bright scenery missed the millennium expectations, time to split the distance between the turn around, and from then on, the mountain high water long, clouds and water to each other, strangers can no longer meet each other through the years to send a song of acacia around the East, the green clothes and red robes, yellow flowers, people skinny face, but it is the age of the boundary separates the red dust of attachment
We high-five for the alliance, lying together, outside the city into a wall, speckled with who the end of days? Opened the door of the heart, send away the people who have the fate of no points, the promise is blooming farewell feast, who is running the memorial of youth? Close the door of the heart, listen to the burning sound strings break prosperity as refining, the peach garden of the absolute world, planting the karmic cause and effect, stroking a flute willow for the intermediary, the wind as a medium, the broken bridge of the next life, I am now in general, general love you! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Fourth: about the wife's journal
Who said that the beautiful scenery can be very long, long enough to warm the cold in the heart of the people, but why in the end is the other side of the world? When two people stage, only one person left solo, all the hope was frozen, the sentimental string can no longer float out of the melody, thoughts, can only tread waves in the lonely coast, sad people can only quietly experience that lonely city under the tenderness, to the mottled broken shadow, mourning a bleak.
Turning back, everything is asleep, so I woke up too early. I've been trying to listen to the echoes of last night, and I realized that the world is so silent, leaving only my thoughts circling in place under the night sky.
Gently turn over the book of the years, in those years, because you, I heard the sound of roses blooming; because you, I began to believe that love in the only; or because you, in my life, cameo in the beauty of the world, and finally let me a lifetime imprisoned in the memory of the cage, residing in the lonely city of no one asked for. I have nowhere to go, broken hearted, dancing under the moon, clasping ten fingers shadow into a pair, has become a luxury. The first thing I want to do is to get a new one, and then I'm going to go to the next one, and then I'm going to go to the next one.
A thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought, a thought. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff I've been thinking about. I can't see my own image where there is a mirror, and I can't see all of your images, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them, all of them. I thought you were the end of my life, but now, you and I are sitting on opposite sides of the time. I have a feeling that happiness has been smiling at me, and I such as the carousel generally happy to chase, I'm so confused, I even forgot that between me and happiness there is always that small distance that can not be crossed.
Li County, that is a city that I love very y, is a city that I want to forget but always forget the city, I carved the most precious traces of the flow of years in every corner of the city, and now, that all the all the laughs and laughter, all the people who meet 'things phase, all the exhaustion of sadness and joy of the day and night, will be as that is slowly backward city, exit the stage of my life. 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 I was in the middle of a long journey.
I stumbled with my feet to measure those helpless, after you left, and then no one understands me. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for the car, but I didn't have to pay for it.
Cold wind blowing thin a fluttering thought, my love is still here, do not give up, do not leave, do not say. I am still here, willing to cocoon for you, painted for the prison. Dear, if this life is destined to our story to the end of the speechless can be exchanged for our happiness in the next life, then I am willing to put down this life, in exchange for the next life with you in the same boat, warm and cold and ****, snuggle up to each other. If this life after our parting, is never-ending loneliness, then, dear, let us in the loneliness of tightly embraced, okay?
Fifth: about the wife's journal
All of the love, burn the heart of the most bitter, because from the table to the inside, hurt to the bones, hurt to the tendons, wait until the heart burned, only to be dead, the end of everything, or perfect or crippled. It turns out that I am just a dream in the water, moon and mirror, acting to myself. You are the tenderness that I can't touch in my life, but I am greedy and obsessed, because of the purity, so perfect, because of the beauty, so sin. Because of love, I became my own sinner, from body to heart can no longer find themselves. Waiting for the prosperity are scattered, I can only drag the crippled and tired body, to find the heart that has been lost, a person's wandering, I do not know what year and month is where, perhaps this is my destiny.
In my previous life, I was a lotus in front of the Buddha, only because of the glimpse in the sea of people, and since then I can't forget your face. I prayed in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging the Buddha to let us meet again, so in that life, I am a piece of peach blossom, after five hundred years of wind and rain is still open bright, you do not come, I dare not wither. Year after year, flowers blossom and fall, but not see the funeral flowers. The heart is broken, I cried, a season of peach blossom rain in the world's envy of the eyes of the night withered, that fell to the ground, is my withered heart ......
Buddha ah, why give me this kind of bitter grinding? Can you borrow five hundred years from the sky, begging the Buddha to my long-cherished wish, do not want to keep each other, do not want to permanent, but I want to see him again, just a glance, I would rather be reincarnated by the fire burned body. So I incarnate stone bridge waiting for five hundred years, just waiting for you to walk across the bridge, perhaps waiting for my destiny, I have been waiting, that melted into my life. When you finally came with joyful steps and a fan, elegant, for this glance, I have already been scattered. You stand at the bridge, the corners of the mouth gently raised, like sweetness and sadness, is thinking of someone? Just like this looking at you, I would like to transform into a fair beauty, approach you, and lightly ask: "Sir, are you waiting for me?" And then go to a wind and snow moon. However, you are still away from me, but I clearly saw your side more a silhouette, it turns out that I am just an obsession a dream. In an instant the bridge collapsed and I was destroyed. The last moment, I saw you look back, gently shook his head and sighed. Every year since then, the broken bridge under the snow, is the sky in tears for me, that a frozen heart broken a carmine snow ......
My soul floated to the clouds outside the nine heavens, wandering alone. Buddha ah, I would like to be buried in this long away from the hate sky, never wake up, the earthly love, I can not afford, the original true love is to see him happy, as long as he lived a happy life, let all the sadness and pain let me alone to bear, the thoughts are poison, I am also willing to drink for him, suffered from the cycle of life and death, and ask the Buddha to bless him with a lifetime of peace and joy. The Buddha's light flashed, I became a woman with a beautiful shadow, I looked at the Buddha, the Buddha said, go. I finally realized that this was my destiny in life and my best ending. I just smiled and thanked the Buddha for his love and the last moment of warmth he bestowed on me.
Part 6: Journal about the wife
Fell in love with him, fell in love with the days of listening to the songs with him, fell in love with those to the love of singing the sad songs, each, each sentence, each word, are alive and pulling the two out of reach of the heart. Love is in the sky, the lover is in the sky, the love story is in the sky. How, in order to love to start over, do not just leave some scars.
Thinking back to the episode of a person walking alone, the heart is like being cut by a knife, the pain can not speak. Familiar lyrics, every word, every sentence, every song, are reminding themselves of those lingering fond memories, flick in the hand is still so sweet, so happy. Why is that smiling face no longer there? Why those warm and romantic images are no longer staged? Why is it that after so long, the feeling of heartache has not subsided?
Autumn thought stranded, love thoughts heavy. I always thought I had learned to be strong, learned to be false, learned to cover up their own vulnerability, always thought in the completion of the most beautiful turn, I can again meet the next stop of the romantic encounter. But why, my dear, your figure will always be in the heart of the pathway wandering, my dear, why your voice will always be in the ears of the turn of the ringing? Could it be that, as you wish, letting you fly free, you are still not satisfied?
The leaves outside the window fell all over the ground, as if the heart of this time, lonely and unsupported, do not know where to go to fly?
Love, not a person's self-talk. Dear, we said we would never let go of each other's hands, as long as one does not leave, the other will not give up. Could it be that you have forgotten the promise you solemnly made? How can you bear it? How can you bear to look at the ferry of love, leaving me alone in the hopelessness of the vigil? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Part VII: Wife's Journal
A trace of landscape, a turn, those covered with folds of memory, wipe not flat, and can not afford to collect. A caveman can no longer play the perfect tune, a life and then sketched out a complete line. Thousands of deep feelings, the blue dream, whose lovesickness in the murmur, talking about the sadness of the end of the song? The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life.
They are the first to be able to use this technology to make a difference in the lives of the people who live in the world. I would like to sleep in the city of daylight, but all the way, I do not know why the years darkened the curtain of the purple dream. Hurriedly gathered, Jun has a Penny alone. It was too late to show the zither xiaojiao for Jun music, it was too late for a diarrhea of lovesickness to speak with Jun. 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 in the world.
If, this season to enjoy all the petals red fly down, there can also be flower protection tenderness, you will be willing to continue to stay for me?
If, this world floating reincarnation, is no longer the memory of the remnants of the goblet, we will still have this indefinite separation?
That a touch of charming sunshine, in the wide Qiu Xiaoshe wind stained with cold loneliness, a tear lightly hanging, where is the person who woke up? How many lovesick geese fly south, the end of the world people do not return. A dust flow of light, lonely, who's gorgeous? Who subverted my expectations in this life? Why is the hand in hand in heaven and on earth only an interlude of broken strings?
The sound of the piano is good, but also for the strings under the confidant, you know, for the sake of a paper promise, I threw away how much idle dream springtime, wave throws how many poetry book residual wine? This is a beautiful as neon encounter, so full of love quietly delayed, however, the flow of years steal turn, always negative flower period. Now, the sound of people, gradually far away, dispersed a season of fragrance, all the drama is transformed into the Tang and Song lyrics of the ghost. It turns out that you are just a section of my poetry volume without a card without rhyme of interest, it turns out that you are just a piece of my white paper in a mutilation of the poem line, it turns out that you are just a piece of my zheng strings on the rhyme long, elegant and poignant "Knowing" ...... empty mirror of the flow of the years, the purity of love rhythms and with the silk of the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, fell into a cup of broken shadows together!
The time is gone, a few degrees of reincarnation. Autumn winds, autumn rain sprinkled west window, Shaohua pour negative red face old, three thousand silk twilight into snow, the three life stone is still engraved with you and my vows, I would like to, life and death, Jun for the leaves, I am the flower, knot for the Lianliang branch; I would like to, Jun for the linden tree, I am the night vine, hold into the vine entangled tree; I would like to, Jun for the Thur, I for the piano, with the piano and the song. I wish I could have been there for you, and I would have been there for you, and I would have been there for you. Your song and laughter only for me to bloom instantly, our spring hit the horse and passed, landing into a wound.
Article 8: Journal about the wife
Willow ten million strands, the fiery season. I picked up the honey kiss of red ripe cherries in my dream. A touch of rouge of the thin charm, Cherry hate the lost years, buried in the story of time. I picked up a glass of wine to send off the summer, the summer does not say, dusk down the dashing rain. Is not the sky also in tears. "Sorrow and joy are always merciless, a drop on the steps until daybreak." Long, long, long thoughts, ah, like the summer rain line, endless. The tears of missing you brighten the whole summer light.
Autumn high, wind and sunny, pick up a few Ko withered branches, in the top of the tree base a arena small nest, so that the birds can be seen from afar, to go to the geese in the sound of the nest room to settle down. White dew for frost, reed reed pale. Holding a piece of old time, padded toes look out, you are still the first acquaintance when the mold, hazy and confused, floating and light. A sycamore leaf is in love with the depressed autumn branches. As you are, my heart will be sunny, people in, the laurel shadow from Cindy.
Listening to the snow in the wind, watching the fire from the other side of the river, your passion and poetry opened up into a piece of flowers that made me happy and made me cry. I embrace a city of moonlight, drunkenly lying in the window, engraved thoughts, sleepless nights. My thoughts about you are only the opening dialog. How many times I leaned against the window and admired the snow, how many times I looked at the wind, and sent a piece of love words to the quiet beauty of the snow. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
You are in my dream, opened into a season and a season of ice cream flowers.
You in my heart, precipitated into a year after year of mellow memory.
Thinking of you is a kind of moving, loving you, is not a kind of happiness.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it, and then you have to get rid of it, and then you have to get rid of it.
Staying with the sword to the end of the world, the iron stone blossomed. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a teenager. I used my fingerprints to string up the text, and I used my eyes to tassel the painting, to interpret your poetic feelings. You, thin lips pursed, like a smile. Two thick eyebrows also soft ripples, as if always with a smile, curved, like the bright moon in the night sky.