In the depths of time, those who are drenched in prosperity in the past, how much youth and joy, brilliant in the bright spring; and how much eternity and beauty, always remain in the quiet dream
Often a person, sitting quietly in a bend of the tranquil moon. In the full moonlight, a gentle cloud, under the cover of the night, showing a light dance, presenting an intoxicating gracefulness. In the quiet of the night, the passing of the years, like a late blooming orchid, quiet elegance through the quiet fragrance, curling a piece of warm and soft beauty.
Perhaps it is the fate of the past life, shallow time, there is always a light fragrance, gently lingering on the inner softness. As if last year's tears, containing moist memories, rolled down in the rain of sadness tonight.
As such, if you are like a lotus, why is the city swinging between the elegant? If you are a lotus, half a mu square pond, is waiting for me to green dye a little heart? A drop of condensation, containing the lips and teeth do not want to fall between the warmth, instantly warmed the heart; an acacia, suddenly floated on the clouds, and fell down how much smoke and rain.
The most beautiful time is always late, I do not know after many years, can still remember this ride from the calm. The precipitation of the years but said silence and speechless, only with a dream, to meet this grand encounter.
The wind of the past life, holding a speechless rush, gently passed. The sentiments of the lost years, like a rusty lock, can no longer open the door of reunion. Walking in the world of the interlaced, will wait in the light of the alleyway of the obsession, into a wisp of curling sandalwood, in the residual fragrance of the fallen flowers, with the years together with the devout conversion.
In order to a promise, before you, has long arrived in the world of fireworks, the heart of the sea fragrance, the clouds in the light wind, a light heart of poetry, written full of years of Sanskrit.
Thousands of years of traversal, only to wake up in a deep sleep; cloud smoke, and will sleep after the silence. The red dust of the purple strand, a clear rain, and finally in the rhyme of a poem, the time folded into a clear and silent lotus flower.
A rush did not know when to come, turn back is yesterday. Perhaps the end of the world is far away, but also life is too long, just do not know how to really forget. The real love, never will be empty promises. I have a calm, peaceful years; I wish you a blessing, forgetting the years.
The light to treat me gently, I also to plain, walk calm road, over the ordinary days, see the ordinary fireworks. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The sun is clear, you are, I am, the sun is still good, the branches of the blooming colorful, about a path of flowers, they will be drunk on the eye, but also elegant heart. When it is rainy, a volume of poetry, half a cup of tea, slanting wind, clear lotus standing; eyes, the rain hit the banana, a glimpse of the wind and the moon, the years are quiet.
Romantic beautiful love letter example: waiting for you, in my time
Waiting for you, in my time, reserved a cup of tea, just for you to come from afar.
Cher
Waiting for you, in my time, reserving a cup of tea, only for you to come from afar.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the years into an ancient book of poems, when you follow the light of day to read the sentences that emanate ancient colors and rhythms, when you will read all the deep feelings into the heart, I also with the past approached you
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the years into a curtain of Jiangnan rain and smoke, when you stepped on the green stone boards, playing with the umbrella passed by, when you gazed at the shore of the West Lake, I
Waiting for you, in my time, pick a ray of sunshine, a wisp of breeze, a white cloud, no, and then write some affectionate verses, the most affectionate one, it must be you, it is you who bring the rhyme.
Waiting for you, in my time, the years lightly, deep love but in the heart of the meandering, I believe that this world, there is always one is an appointment with you, stepping on the footprints of the past through the thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water to find you!
Waiting for you, in my time, like after the cold and other branches sprouting new green, the cycle of seasons, life comes and goes, the depths of the years, there are always some people and you meet unannounced, with endless hope and warmth, passing by your side, leaving the most moving colors and memories.
Waiting for you, in my time, like the moon is full and the moon is missing, all the shortcomings, are for the last full moon, a hundred years to meet, will surely be left in the bottom of the heart of the memories engraved in the heart. A hundred years, etc., is not a legend, but all the significance of waiting.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for you to come, accompany me to listen to the wind, listen to the four seasons of warmth and cold, tasting the years of sadness and happiness; Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for you to come, accompanied by me to climb the mountain, to see a glimpse of the mountains, the sky and the earth is wide and magical.
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for spring until summer, summer into autumn, and autumn into snow, covering all the years
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for all the music is silent, like snow, a little bit, a piece of it, occupy my heart, fall into the bottom of the heart
Waiting for you, in my time, waiting for the big dipper light up, to find the one that the most bright Perhaps, I will not know what to say, but will be full of joy.
Waiting for you, in my time, any of the world's hundred winks thousand red, only you are my love. I will rub the love into my life, and wait for you to pass by my world with a lifetime of love
Waiting for you, in my time, a thousand stories, ten thousand passes, I would like to use my three lives of smoke and fire, in exchange for your one life of disorientation, one life of obsession, a lifetime of love.
Waiting for you, in my time, the years gently grinding, to be the spring breeze Linzhi
You can not let go of the wrong person, will never meet the right person1. you can not let go of the wrong person, will never meet the right person.
2. When I first saw you, I had a feeling that I would be planted on you for the rest of my life.
3. My life is barren, only remember with you together when the laughter of the Angry wantonly, crying soundly.
4. He wiped your tears and he simply could not let you cry is two different things.
5. In the middle of the night after the toilet cold hands and feet back to the quilt, there is a person in the haze of consciousness to pull you to his arms, the warmth of the really rich and powerful.
6. I do not envy the couple kissing on the corner, I only envy the old man holding hands shopping.
7. When you accompany me, I never envied anyone.
8. A good morning text message is not just a good morning, but a silent and loving way to tell you: I woke up thinking about you.
9. Knowing that I am your will, but still take you as my all.
10. He was playing LOL, I had to rub over to kiss him, causing him to die in the game, I turned around and skipped, he was very fierce shouted at me to come over, and said, just did not kiss!
11. Later, I met people who are better than you, but when you left, you took away my courage to defy the odds.
12. If a person can make you forget the past, then he is your future.
13. If a man abandons a woman who treats him like his life, then he will meet a woman who treats him like a dog.
14. Anyone can catch your eye, but only that special person can catch your heart.
15. I thought he was cold by nature until I saw him warming up for another person. You just suddenly understand that some things are really not efforts can be as desired. Not love, after all, is not love.
16. In your next life, you live next door to my house, and my childhood sweethearts, two little guesses.
17. Like you, you every careless words, are in my heart to open a mountain of flowers.
18. Obviously a long time no taboo, but you are the hundred and one.
19. Every part of the collapse of the love, began in the past of a military chaos.
20. Accompaniment is the longest confession, waiting for the warmest harbor, do not seek with you *** companion to old age, only wish to accompany you to stay with you can be good.
Romantic beautiful love letter example: the depths of time, love as the winter sun
Romantic beautiful love letter example: the depths of time, love as the winter sun
This winter seems extraordinarily cold, through the window sill, as if you can see the barrenness of the four seasons. The only sunshine through the window, warm, let a person become lazy, like this quiet soft time. Bubble a cup of tea, curling tea, dense with the past, such as this window separated from the cold, so that those lost in winter mood as flowers open. Listen to a song of strings in the heart of the melody, as if a wisp of flowers, slowly melted into the heart of the room, so gentle, so fragrant. A piece of plain paper, light ink writing, set the beauty of the four seasons, or thick or light, quietly guard the warmth of this window, the heart of a touch of fragrance through the years, write down the warmth of the line of poetry. Hanging in the winter branches, into gorgeous flowers, condensed into a lifetime of love, into a wisp of fragrance, let the years knocking windows, memory is always warm and long.
Time, clear and shallow; days, overlapping. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The encounter is soft and beautiful, the red dust is shallow, the petals of the memory of the city is stunning, beautiful images lingering in the mind. The doorway of the light open years, cut a piece of quiet warm time, according to the window and look away, you are my end of the world, I am your cape. We are separated by the distance of the world, thoughts, crazy growth in the heart. I use exquisite small words, carving heart to accompany the fireworks; I use the water smile, depicting the long mountains and far away love. A paper of deep love, half a window of love, swaying out of the rose fragrance, deep seeding under the tenderness of the lingering, any thoughts lingering in the clear days, gently read, y hidden, thick attachment, long joy.
Sitting quietly on the other side of the text, the heart with the footsteps of the years to dance together, compose a song of the heart under the sun, so that the warmth of the feeling from the tip of the toes has been warmed to the hair a little. Some destiny, meet, may not be stunning, just happen to be, in line with their own like, moving the idea, into the heart. Already, accustomed to the bits and pieces you give me, just about every day, about you. Distant time and space, did not change our distance. I am still able to feel your warm breath at every moment. Listening to the whispers of the heart, comforting each other. Because of the gaze of true love, I have become stronger. From now on, for you to pen and seal the ink, drawing for the prison; from now on, for you to wash all the lead, read the world; from now on, for you to fish alone, drunkenly drink the moon; from now on, for you to step on the snow to find plums, the qin and se
Standing in the entrance to the season, burning a seed of hope, blooming a smile, in the warmth of taste, the slight austere plain white inlay in the world, like a piece of random and scattered poems. Sitting quietly in the arms of the night, with a line of light and shallow words, writing the soul of the remote long, wind and snow, for you to bloom silently. Looking back, the end of the year. The fireworks, as usual. The time is shallow, the feelings are still, the scenery changes. Some faint residual temperature, lingering in the moist palm. Linglong's original heart, has not changed. Clear tea and drums, no dust invitation, with a deep love, to capture half a season of flowers, love warm three lives, that is good. There is no need to say goodbye, know, love is like the sea, quietly flowing, from all not lost, just together absent. Just because you know, never negative.
Since the moment I met, you are my eyebrows on the heart of the thoughts, my city has your figure, your far away from my unchanging attachment. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. I am thankful to have you, and thankful for the encounter. The most beautiful love in the world is to accompany quietly and keep each other silently. Poetry writing, poetry spectrum glaze. The fragrance of the book is in the fingertips of time. On the banks of the Three Lives Stone, you are planted in your affectionate watchfulness. There is a kind of longing, in an ink intoxicated, there is a kind of attachment, in the four seasons charming, there is a kind of love, in the life of the infusion, there is a person, in the years gracefully. Even though, separated by mountains and rivers, separated by miles of beacons, Yi can follow all the traces of the past life, in the wrong red dust to find each other.
The winter sun warms the light, gently, softly, as if you love the poem, murmuring in the ear, whispering. Through the light of the paper, poetry incense dyeing the eyebrows, such as smoke, like a painting, like a piece of ink, embellished with years of mountains and rivers. Thoughts, if the poem like deep feelings, if the water like clear, if the painting like beautiful. Fell down the flowers and incense, piercing the heart bank written poetry, like, a beam of aurora borealis a泓 pouring, lit up the soul of the tenderness, vivid a tree of Wanxian. Thus, the lightness of the heart stepped on the rhyme of poetry, quietly climbed the heart of the city fell into the eyebrows. For a long time, not deliberately close, but found that the thoughts, has been as flawless as the winter sun. More and more like, that kind of happy and sad flavor. I know, that is full of warmth, just as you burn and not hurt care.
Folding a volume of love of the Brahman book, cut a section of love of remembrance, to fill the blank you are not around, accompanied by every day and night I want to think of you. Along the temperature of the palm, I can always draw the way you look when you smile. You said you like the lightness of the snowflake dance, so since you, snow is not just snow, but a piece of the heart of the quiet and peace. Grab a handful of crystal snowflakes, gently sniffing, and then the flavor of snow, rubbed into the veins. Moisturize the line will wither the body I know, my heart has your footprints, a touch of the end of the world apart from the fragrance apart from the warmth of two hearts, standing in front of the heart, and the soul of the silent look at each other. The face of the years, will age in the eyes, but still yearn for the look of the end of the world. I want to be in this night, and you snuggle up to each other, any window outside the cold wind kill, any stars and moon in the sky to hide, the vow in the green silk to the twilight snow, forever roaring.
Love, is a kind of attachment, even if thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water apart, through the world of the wrong years, love, is the heart of that silent attachment. Cooking snow cooking ink, so that a crystal heart of poetry, in the heart of the lake boiling out of a different flavor, gently sliding into the dream warm winter last cold. Carve and keep a pure love and compassion touched, glazed your sweet and fragrant affection, lightly sprinkled a drop of thoughts of pure broken wine, close to your chest crimson vermilion, warm and cold and you snuggle up to each other, dance a coat of plain clothes, Ying a touch of light smile, stay a world of deep love, counting a land of pear blossom if the snow, the red dust, rhyme a song of soft sentiments, the wind dance in the fragrance of your haunting soul, grinding incense, ink, book a section of the flow of the years in the meeting of the unrepentant, convinced, the time of walking along the way, the stormy weather and the cold and the rain. The time of those all the way counterparts, the wind and rain of the time, is the most beautiful ink on the scroll of the flow of years.
The depths of time, love like the winter sun. I have learned to wait, believe that as long as the heart, is happy. Because there is love in the heart, bring a peace and tranquility in the chaos of life. Fine water and long-flowing emotions, there is a certainty that believe in the end of days. Believe that you promise me the white head of unrelenting covenant, my state of mind and intention to rise up, trance has become a piece of glazed light gold, flying all the hopes and dreams of the heart, and hope that in the spring when the flowers bloom, we rely on each other to walk all over the landscape here, enjoy more beautiful scenery, together to create a happier feeling, for us to sing a happy music. No matter what the sea is dry, no matter what the stone is rotten, you are the warmth that I keep alone.
Looking around, the memory of the ridge, faded from the initial bright colors, however, there is no lack of its true beauty, rustic mellow beauty, the heart eyes contact moment, can still recall the original sentiment. Just like an old thing, seemingly old, placed in a silent corner unattended, but the story behind it only their own masters can understand. Standing in the snow, listening to the sound of snow falling, listening to the call of spring, no need to despair, no need to wander, can be with you all the way to the white head. This scene makes the picture more colorful, fuller and more distinct. Lights and shadows, shadows into pairs, this world has you, *** born white hair, *** enjoy the full moon, warm and cold years with you, the road does not feel cold, days and then bitter, the heart is also sweet sweet.