The night is dark, the moonlight is full, curtains fluttering, the heart of the wind XiXiXi, put a thought of gracefully stretching through the dust of the heart, and the soul of the soul look at each other silently. The pulse of the remote, the other side of the lights, stick to the posture, unchanged for eternity. Fingers gently struck the keyboard, crisp sound in the space collision, listening to the text in the fingers below the confession, in the dead of night, silently take out memories, a few minutes of cool; a few minutes of warmth; a few points of attachment; a few points of sadness. Brewed a cup of coffee, the aroma of coffee suddenly filled the air, seems to float into my heart, a feeling came to life at this moment, I want you.
The time is shallow, the years are peaceful. I met you, so that I know a journey of landscape brimming, the pen that is rolling thoughts. A beautiful encounter, a scene of love and a thousand years of the past. Because of you, my world has a vibrant sense of movement; because of you, my world has a wonderful romantic picture; because of you, my world has a thriving green. In my heart, the sun shines brightly; the days with love are full of lush greenery. Thank you for all the wonderful encounters. Naturally, warm and long, every day is fine and soft and good. I came, because you are, there is always an unanticipated appointment quietly to, there is always a silent blessing has been for you, there is always the joy of interdependence and companionship sprinkled with life's fulfillment of the road.
pen years, a mountain green, a water clarity, the edge of this no appointment, the heart with the realm of margins so that you and I meet in the sea of humanity, faded mask of humanity, we interpreted the life with true love, mutual understanding, each other, body drying, in the years of misplaced snuggling, in the sprawl of the text between the confession of feelings. Heart to heart fusion, better than the world of thousands of words; soul and soul ironing, against any hardship and obstacles. I think, there is a kind of encounter, not on the road, but in the heart, there is a kind of scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart. The flowers bloom a poetic charm, the moon is full of a cycle of success. The heart of the fellowship, is the highest realm of the depth of love, separated by thousands of mountains, but can sense each other's heartbeat, away from the mountains long distance, but can touch each other's temperature, I believe that because of the love and burst out of the magic and mystery, is eternal.
All the love in the world is because of the beauty of the first sight. You came to my dream, I live in your heart, even if time changes, that trace such as the dark fragrance of the deepest nourishment of the soul, will not dissipate with the smoke and clouds a kind of acquaintance, has long been stored sealed in the heart, even if the storm came, still not leave, believe that every season, there is always a flower blooming charming, fragrant, color, such as butterflies, with a wisp of fragrance in the life of the intersection, fragrant with the passing. Reach out and touch the spring light of words, the golden light, sprinkled to my heart, feel warm, intoxicated. A love into the poetry of the gentle, an understanding into the love of the red, dots and dashes of color fingers, silk strands into the ink. One thought, one thought, one thought, one long, one short, a poem into the dream, warm paper into the painting, poetry long, a dream of a thousand years.
The encounter of the pen end, the wonderful paper time, the edge of the blossom fell in my verse. The first love bloomed in the words between the lines, two similar souls a hand, that is, stunning the time between the fingers. Settle down in the season of blossoms, let the mood dipped in the dark fragrance of the encounter, let the time green and red, cold and warm, only the deep love into the poem and dream of eternity. The moon is missing and the moon is full, flowers bloom and fall, and the love of love is writing poetry on the Internet. I think, at this moment, you, perhaps, are resting on a curtain, sound in the dream of flying flowers sweet. And I, just want to some simple into the bones of the text, the heart of the language into a sentence, the heart of the soft ripples into the song, gently chanting the endless thoughts. The city of love, love pouring city, dyeing fingers years, pouring city fireworks, thoughts flying, thousands of words, looking forward to a qin and seasons together.
Looking at the starry sky, the moonlight fell gently in front of the window, such as water-like clarity, quiet beauty, extended, moonlight in the window dance light turn. My thoughts through the night of the sarong, a gentle flute haunting the night sky, those scattered matters of the heart in the words between the lines of the fragrance, spreading, will be those gentle time in the flat, will be those shallow words of truth in the ink flow, will be your tenderness in the Zen rhyme fragrance gently deep. There is a light bitterness and a warm flavor. We've traveled together from a distance, and we've traveled from one journey to another. There is a kind of encounter, in the millions of people, just this one glance, is the eyes and eyes reunion; is the heart and the heart of the attachment. A blossom, a love, through the corridors of the season, transformed into a touch of dark fragrance, enchanting every morning and dusk, fragrant years, beautiful fingertips years. You, the beauty of the poem, silent words, slow time. You are the painting, the love, the love through the bone.
The age of the smile, in the fingertips leap, and with your light footsteps, with the most affectionate pen to write you into my dream, with a lifetime of watching to write the most beautiful and touching melody and chapter of life. Recite a section of thoughts as in the past, dream a few times of tenderness and deep seeded, have a bend of the heart of the lake of serenity and clarity, in the thousands of landscapes in the solitary ghost, so that the flowers of thoughts in the breeze in the faint fragrance, let the warmth of the love of the deepest in the heart of the gentle interdependence. Let the words comfort the pale soul, let the beauty of the encounter quietly blossom in the heart. Surplus a touch of heart, feel the gentle breeze, the time of grass and trees, like a stranger blossomed spring color, not pretentious and not charming, warmed up the distance of the paper, aroma of the flowers cooking word tacit understanding.
? The communication between love and love, not in the moment of meeting, but in the eternal exchange. The heart and the heart of the close, not in the distance of the distance, but in the heart of the touch. If the heart knows each other, no need to say a lot of words can also be tacit understanding of each other, if the love is compatible, no need to promise to wait for each other for a long time. With the pen full of deep feelings, will you, engraved in a curtain dream, and the first old tune, whispering and singing. You have given me too many touches in my life. Separated from the mountains, buried in the depths of memory, still clear, in the season of red, green and thin shallow ripples, open up the clear water of the mountains. In the rainy Jiangnan, the elegance into the heavenly music. Water cooking a period of time, weaving a tree flowers, twilight drums and morning bells to wait for, the vow of indomitable; love a world of tenderness, in exchange for a lifetime of Shaohua mutual admiration.
Thoughts, always in the dark night vine growth, lush verdant. You will always be the song in my heart, the line of poetry in my ink, the deepest arrival in my dreams. Life is a passerby, but if I can meet you, it will not be a wasted trip anymore. Because of you, imagining your city, the ageless Jiangnan, flashing fairy tale ripples, water and mountains, tenderness and disorientation, between the smoke and clouds, flowers burning. Let it in the tunnel of time all the way singing, in the long river of life all the way to spread and flourish. Tonight borrow a law of the moonlight glaze, to give you boundless warmth, drive away the cold of the years, in the depths of the heart quietly accompanied, do not say how long, only to spread a ground of acacia, only you can understand, hold a pen, only you are the idea of, v. a note of loneliness, the wind and the moon, so that chewing on the vows of our three lifetimes, to write the warmth of the life of the eternal love of the obsessive.
Your smile through the years left behind lovesickness, flickering with the warmth of overflowing love, your name engraved in the heart, waiting for a flower to blossom smile, waiting for thousands of miles away from you, the cozy ramblings ferry over. And then with you holding the hand of the years, walk through the days and months, walk through the frost, even if the time is wasted, I am willing to do that time and return to the people, in the eyes of time, written with you leaning years and years. In the red dust, there is a tacit understanding called heart, there is a kind of thought called soul, there is a long time called Mo Lost Mo Forget, twist a round of moon fullness into the poem, allow me to isolate a round of the distance of the moon, accompany you light red dust. Let the wind and cold road is far away, let the Shaohua old. Borrow a wisp of wind as a pen, condense a drop of flower dew into ink, write a silk like water small words. The stacking of a show of love, across the curtain of a dream, melodious and lingering, affectionate and loving.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: peach blossom for the alliance, promised to return
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: peach blossom for the alliance, promised to return
Turning over the poem in the memory, it seems that there are still a lot of stories did not fall, spring has held the token of the flowers, invited me to go to a beautiful purple and red feast. The tree tree blossomed wantonly light pink, light purple, snow white, or red, much like we graze in the poetry of the words, will be every ordinary day, rendered into a volume of colorful scrolls, quiet through the life of the quiet beauty.
With the heart, walking in the sea of flowers in the spring, wandering in the words of the ink, so that they are as bright as spring, and gentle. This bloom, such as the heart of the treasure of that a first sight, simple, dust-free. The quiet mind, instantly filled with incense, light warm. Ink-colored small words, also began to dance lightly in the spring breeze. Once upon a time, accustomed to let themselves down all the chaos, only to guard the dust of the three inches of time, shallow understanding, deep in mind. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
If you can get drunk on this season's fragrance, you can perch on the sea of flowers in the sky, I would like to shake hands with the current year, not to say that the dust is disturbed, peach blossom for the alliance, the promise of the return date!
In the wind of memory, there are traces of your visit, gently and gently. In accordance with the brightness of spring, I read you in a bunch of peach fragrance. I read your brow curved immovable like, read you in the first encounter with the ferry to write down the exquisite Xiaolong, read you trust the wind to bring the letter of flowers. All the way to the south, I heard the sound of everything pulling up. That is the spring willow first bloom new buds of joy, that is the morning wind gently through the window left behind the fragrance of grass and flowers, that is the peach blossom quietly open when the grace.
The best thing is that the sound of the rain at the corner of the equinox is faint, and the wind on the willow bank brings the guests back. I'm under the eaves, holding an oil-paper umbrella, listening to the rain, listening to the silent, listening to the swallow murmuring, quiet, waiting for you, to accompany me to collect the peach color one by one, just for the next year's strangers, the wind has not yet risen, has seen the peaches burns.
Into the winds, to allow themselves a simple dust, in a far away from the world of peach blossom ferry, silent open fall. Put down all the common thoughts, and let my quiet soul, gently embrace with the spring. Face to face, warm south wind, gently brushed across the cheeks, as if the old man to come. Far away from the far, and let him with the randomness of the falling flowers and flowing water. And I will be in the eyes of the water, not before the flood, silent as the beginning.
Spring, perhaps, can be bright for everyone. Flowers bloom, but there are many people miss. Just like some people, either met too early, or met too late. Just good time, can't wait for you, can't wait to say a word of goodbye, just like that light wind and clouds, a goodbye forever. After turning around the thoughts, as if peach blossom fell on the ground, turn with the spring wind, we can not retain, but also pick up can not.
Frequent glance back, Weiweiwei time, swaying with some of the Ping Shui met with the joy, and death. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Surplus an eye of calm, I would like to feel with you the stunning spring light, together with the realization of the slow growth of life. If, from the brocade to become a string, a thought of years. Who can still write the old dream, such as the first meeting. Who still abide by an original intention, not to live up to the time? In addition to the peach blossom garden in the spring, I can not imagine where we can meet again. If we meet someday, I hope it's not too early or too late. Rather, I, just read the peach stamen as a blossom, tilted the city.
My heart is like the heart of the king, the king's heart can ever be like my heart? If, the wind gently over, blowing down a peach blossom petals. Then, let us bury the flowers together, okay! The peach blossom contract owed in that life, can this life to repay? I met you in the spring full of peach blossoms, happiness is just right.
In the spring, the most beautiful time is this moment. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of it. We are under the peach blossom tree, cooking a pot of peach blossom wine, inviting the wind, inviting the heart of three or two branches. I don't care about the old dreams of the past, I don't ask about the impermanence of the future. Only in the quiet time, peach blossom for the alliance, promised to return, shallow love, slowly return.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: close to you, warm me
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: close to you, warm me
I miss you, such as the tide, the wind whimpered on the winter night. 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. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one.
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There are people in the red dust who are obsessed with love, and they don't know what the love is. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
Some thoughts, the waves beat the shore, y kissed the river of life, humor and your feelings, Run heart silent, with the winter snow drifting, fall on the pillow peacefully. Touching my hair, drunk with a few touch of time, confusingly always you are not familiar with the face.
The other side of the light, you are. I ride the wind, if the moth, no ashes of the temperature, burned to the bone. An eye, the wood is happy; an embrace, the city of grace. That chasing the coolness of hope, the end of the smoke dissipated. In your arms into sleep, the dream, roll earth and come.
Close to you, warm me.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry.
There is always no expectation in life, no intention, but the willow has become a shade. Perhaps, it is fate. In the netherworld, you are a swallow in front of the hall, mottled years, thousands of water, can not withstand the once station. I look in the wind, those joys, those sorrows, deep hidden is the life of the past. Your love, caught off guard, forward or backward, is ultimately simple. Eternal is the mingling of the heart and mind, precipitated by the initial vow of lush.
Some light time, I dare not recall. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The stranger's flowers bloom, fragrant but mixed with sadness, like fireworks, bright and failed to catch up with the unexpected. The river of my memory, there is blood in the flow, mixed with the mixing of tears, less red for a number of years. Shallow and light, lonely in the years; years old, seeped in the bone. Strip it, but also a peace of mind, branded in the bottom of the heart, the scar remains. The beautiful years, glistening with the scenery is beautiful, but I am looking at, no smile. Always longing for that face, and I look at me late at night, playing on the stamens of the night, to make up for the scars of my heart. Far away, near, clear, hazy. The original, or never had, the original, or never close. The warmth of my expectations, stranded in the world. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one, but I'm going to be able to get out of this one.
Do not want to deceive, the heart said moving, bury all the panic, can not dissipate, your back. I draw lightly on the night, outlining the bang. And the heart moved, or your warmth, and peace of mind. Love for you, immaculate, clean, such as the northern fringe of the sweet. My pride, lost to a sentiment; my humility, can I remove the makeup without acting? Dating the dusty as well as the warmth of the present world, quietly guarding the time, old age in the night with you.
You say heartbeat, I say bone. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I expect only a simple quiet night, never, bright fireworks.
The moon is falling, the river maple fishing fire. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The acid mixed with sweet, stunning, a season of pure beauty. I love the call, in your heart valley shock, circuitous, is entangled after the perseverance. You, irreplaceable, I give back to not leave and not give up. The tenderness and timelessness of your heart, blooming, is the desire to move between the eyebrows of the heart. Some people miss and do not regret, some people chasing in the wind, difficult trekking. Red dust in love, a lifetime waiting for a person, my ultimate romance, how to meet in your hand? So, crazy night jealousy eyes
Distant, is the distance heart number; at hand, is the heart of the language of mutual understanding. Some things, objective to you, can not touch, is your helplessness. I can't say the name of love, but the soul and soul know each other, is purely cherish the edge of the white head. Get a person's heart, separated from the end of the world, your afterglow glance, but also visible to my love exposed. The flurry of disturbance, the eternal is always true, stick to your love, the day will be able to flow in the clouds and water. Some love, the beauty of the world, separated from the cliff, the two look at each other. The moral and secular restraints are not overcome, and it is always warm to hold on to the two sides. The first thing you need to do is to keep an eye out for the best, and then you'll be able to get the best out of it, and then you'll be able to get the best out of it. The silent years, the injection of love, the flow of years, still thank you for this winter about the lingering!
My throbbing heart ah, seems to have broken a few petals, a petal to the past, a petal to the future. The rest, subtle integration, accompanied by the two love, intense combustion
The city that has you, there is always light, backlight intersection, Xia red sky. The peach blossom still smiles at the spring breeze, the winter canopy, with the color of spring.
Some of the warmth, so eloquent, in my heart stalk, scanning through. I was once helpless and sad, and from then on, the spread of no cover.
I want the warmth, in the winter night came. The past dust, from now on, dissipated.
The meaning of life, perhaps, is not in the evening. A kiss that warms up the years.
A turn, a lifetime of ease. The reason for this is the fact that it is not a good idea to have a good time, but it is a good idea to have a good time. Still the same old sentiment, the rain hit the banana, do not say anything. Why be alarmed, the eyes and eyes full of places, will be those worldly rejected outside. In this life, you and I, red dust, there is love. I do not know what to do in the clouds and wind, wantonly enjoy the purity of love. I give the wind a promise, not scattered in the red dust, hold his hand, slowly grow old in the plain.
Far, or near; near, or far, near you, warm me. So, bright life.
The coolness of the world, is not a place? I am careful to take care of, reincarnated in life. Cutting candles in the west window, *** words of life sadness and happiness; plum blossom three, euphemistic you and I encounter. Your warmth opens up all the way to the bright colors, I smelled incense, sunshine forward!
The thinning is the condensation of the past sadness, the fullness is the future with your stability.
A whole world of love, will eventually be silent, stunning, let it careless!
A river of spring water, eastward flow, undulating back and forth is the soft wave of my life. There, there is warmth, there is love, there is a pink dream there is a life, bitterly. I don't understand how much Zen there is in life. In the rippling waves, I would like to interpret with you ordinary. The strings of the years played the beauty of the piano, long ago into the bone, or love plus warm.
I want, I want, that warm. The first thing I want to do is to get close to you, and I'm going to spend a lot of time with you.
From then on, I took off my bones, into the earth, to be a genie.
The journey of life, hand in hand with you **** degree, wind, flowers, snow and moon, poured into the golden bottle, looking at my most beautiful rouge and that blush, as well as my long hair, my delicate fingers, my lips, my waist
Then, in every gathering, a drink, to solve a thousand sorrows; a drunkenness, laughing at the sky
Romantic love letter example: the edge, it is a bloomingRomantic love letter example: the edge
Life is a trip, the encounter on the transepts will always meet, there will always be parting. The beauty of every first encounter is like a tree blossoming. There is always so a flower in the memory of a bloom into the sea, there is always so a love in time, green trees. Palm of the memory, and the spring breeze and rain, so that time stops at a certain moment, by the hand of time, save your smile through the years. Every person who intersects with life is here to make us into a person with temperature.
Some moments in the light of the shade, experience no special, recall, but better than a thousand words. The depth of destiny lies in getting along with each other; the soul of knowing each other lies in tacit understanding. The deepest longing is not in words, but in knowing, there is always some warmth overflowing our heart. The soul of the watch, is the most beautiful dialogue, worth reading up on the edge, must be properly attached to the flowers in the light, even if it is separated from the light, separated from the years, separated from the thousands of mountains and thousands of water, but also can give birth to the fragrance of the United States.
There is a kind of companionship, tacit understanding, without words, just the heart and mind of the reading; there is a kind of cherish, is a kind of understanding, no need to intersect, just a look, can be understood. The best companionship, not in the depths of the heart, but with the time to rely on. The deepest attachment is the companionship of the heart, such as a wisp of spring breeze, like a cup of warm tea. Only gently a greeting, will be the spring breeze, full of tenderness, time to meet and leave, as if the flowers bloom and fall, there are always some love, can cross the mountains and water, will be some love, written in every day of the moon and wind, so that the heart and the heart is no longer lonely, love and love are no longer separated. The world is far away, even if you can not always hold your hand, can accompany you through a period of time, is the most beautiful practice.
The red dress faded out of the heart of the bitter, had remembered the blossom does not remember the year. 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 you'll be able to do it all in one place. The palm of the flower blossom, ripples in the heart lake, will always be in the depths of time, shallow to tell those past.
Inadvertently hear a song will be fascinated, inadvertently see a sentence will be touched. We are all sentimental people, on the road of life in the wind and rain. Perhaps, you are young, confused about the future of the road; perhaps you are in middle age, because of the responsibility of the exhaustion; perhaps you have been years of decline, sighing late, quietly watching the sunset infinite No matter who you are, to walk what kind of road, as long as and bright people together, the inner vastness of the heart, will become a warm homeland. No matter how many days you have traveled, you know, there are flowers and sunshine is happiness.
Fine sniffing the flowers of the years, drunken joy, the old days will all know deep. I think I know you, know every one of your eyes, know every one of your sighs, like flowers know dew, like time know Shaohua, I know you lonely and uncertain, know you life is not easy, you do not always have to complain, and do not go to ask whether it is worth. Mature, is running in tears, people live is important mood. Sometimes, silence is just a patchwork of light, the scenery in the heart is their own. The years overlap, may life treat you gently. If the mood can bathe in sunshine, I wrote for you in the spring, must not be far away.
How many times have I looked in the direction of having you, imagining you standing in the sunshine smiling face, surrounded by falling petals rain, as if young when the heart of the encounter. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a flower in bloom before, but I'm sure I've never seen a flower in bloom before. The soul of the lonely place, in the words of the fragrance of the relative sitting, slowly growing. In the light of the grass and trees, look at the four seasons of the year, spring light and autumn colors, winter snow and summer cool. On the paper of time, there is the ignorance of youth, the bitterness of middle age, and also the meaning of a smile at sunset. This way, the mountains a ride water a ride, no matter you are or not, I can perceive your warmth. The life of the light shallow said, the long road we slowly walk.
The heart and faraway agreement in the spring when the flowers are rosy, the heart and love of the heart and love in the winter snow stained eyebrows. The season of deep love, there is a wind whisking through my city, the soul will have a brilliant stunning. I know, you will come, there is no invitation, but you happen to come, I happen to be in, such as the spring heartstrings. Along the way, I searched for, with a flower blossom bright, melt themselves into the flat and oblique lines of poetry, in the palm of the pulse, for the tacit understanding of the encounter, engraved forever.
All the acquaintance, are not as long as the companionship of love, thanks to the warmth of those who walked together, written all over the long time I pour heart. A person facing the wind and rain, there is bitterness, there is confusion, firm footsteps and flowers blooming in the distance, fragrant a section of the road in search of a dream, believe in the good, will be able to meet the good. So, I am on the road you come, smiling and waiting for you.