The spring flowers are blooming brilliantly, I think, I am thinking, your city, whether it is the same, the flowers are spreading every corner of every place? This kind of spring, this kind of warmth, will you have a moment to remember the long-lost me?
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The spring of the kapok, the happiness of meeting
The spring breeze rattles the wind chimes of the season, and it is still the scent of the flowers, the birds' voices.
The beginning of spring is the end of another season, this is a spring, spring a love swing of the warm spring, but also a flower season of love. We walk in the spring, see the mountain flowers, white clouds; we laugh in the spring, listen to the birds singing, the love of a petal scattered in the spring.
I remember you said you like spring, there is a spring breeze, the warm sun, and me, accompanied you through the season of kapok blossom.
You see, the color of the sky turned red, accompanied by the breath of the wind, a kapok is competing to open, with the flame like red, such as roses, like Narcissus as exuberant. It seems to tell with the whole life, tell a beautiful legend.
I heard that every flower has its story, or romantic, or - sad, or ......
When I met you, it is the kapok season in full bloom, that year nineteen years old, the sinus of the first time I, because you have a bright smile of the Yang Guan; because of your tender eyes; because of your kind of free spirit The eyes; because you that kind of free and bold temperament, you like dragonfly point over my. The lake of my heart, the wind swept through my eyes, and from then on like you.
We hold hands in the spring breeze, quietly listen to the birds and flowers, quietly listen to the flowers a petal floating down peacefully, make a wish under the kapok and hope to spend time together in every kapok spring.
Countless yesterday, happened, and finally boiled down to sweet memories, page by page, exuding the aroma of spring, filled with spring love songs. Looking back, looking back again. The only tomorrow, the only joy, in every today's end, meet, eternal.
A "kapok spring" in the ear quietly flowing, "rain, fog, looking forward to the flowers have blossomed flowers fall, waiting, waiting, I'm waiting again, don't let me obsessively empty waiting, flowers under the instructions, I've never forgotten, flowers under the oath, we never, ever break up ...... "A memory in the kapok red turning, a blessing in the kapok watch long, so the cycle of seasons, the transformation of the years, flowers blossom and fall, will be in each season of a day will bloom out of their own complexes, or happiness, or sadness, or joy, have become a kind of memory in the acrossthe-board.
In the afternoon, the sun is warm, and the flowers bloom on the street. A cup of tea, a volume of idle words, the past is like smoke. 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 first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Lift your eyes, your eyes are shallow! Quiet, fragrant, sweet. A petal falls quietly, quietly whispering. Just do you know, when I think of you, I will look up and smile.
Kapok blossoms, who and who hold hands to see each other? Kapok blossom, who is still waiting for who? Kapok blossoms, you see? I heard that the flower language of the kapok is: cherish the person in front of you, cherish the happiness around you. So, when the wind rose and the flowers fell, drew a circle for love, made a promise, and waited for the flowers to bloom.
Peach blossoms bloom, where does the human face go
Last year today this door, the human face of the peach blossoms reflect each other red. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The peach blossom is still pink, soft like water, how much love, how many hang-ups, sadness, sadness, sadness.
Peach blossom is still delicate, gorgeous and charming, the road back to strangers, the Irena is not there, the age of the old, the heart of the red face is broken.
The flower blossoms and falls a few degrees of spring and fall, how many years of wind and rain, now spring back to the peach blossom, but I do not know where you are?
Under the sun, peach blossoms bloom, blooming in front of the eyes of a flower of tenderness, a peach enchantment, a love ending ......
In such a beautiful season, in such a fragrant season, in such a season of intoxication, the butterfly flew over a piece of flowers, butterfly dance with a gentle step, the painstaking search for life and death and **** love. White willow flakes, with the wind floating in the air. The spring flowed clear through the eyes, and the past warmly flooded in their own memories.
Once, we sang our hearts out in the wilderness. 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 that with the help of your own personal computer. Your bright smile, engraved in my mind..." I like to hum a few lines from time to time. The more you listen to feel good the more like for us to write, so we are y in love with this song.
Facing the sea, the spring flowers, although I stand here, can not see the sea, but will be able to stand in the charming and delicate peach blossom in the middle of the hand-held skirt to sing and dance.
The wind is blowing gently, and the peach blossoms are falling, one after another, and the peach blossoms are still there. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not going to be able to do that.
I am wandering alone on the edge of memory, love geometry, dream geometry? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
Since the goodbye, looking forward to reunion, how many past events like a dream like smoke, how many memories fall in the dust, how many thoughts condensed in the peach blossom, but will be sprinkled into the air, transformed into rain, elegant into the wind, the love of you entangled in the heart of the deep-rooted.
In the colorful season, rain, love, peach blossom fall, want you still!
No matter where I am in the world, you must be in my softest heart.
Cherry blossom fall from the drift, destined to have no ending
Morning and sunset, light time so quietly slipped away, belonging to a person's time. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the light and the color of the light. In this afternoon under the warm sunshine, write a paragraph of light rambling. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the past, and you will be able to see the past.
Sitting alone under the cherry blossom tree, gazing at the white, elegant fine flower petals, blooming all over the branches, like a little girl's shy face, blushing, each one is so beautiful.
I remember that we strolled together under the cherry blossom tree, the wind of the appointment, listening to the wind, watching the clouds rise. Together under the cherry blossom tree to witness our acquaintance, love. We do not have the oath of alliance, we do not have sweet words, only a piece of heart Relative, will only put each other in the heart of the deep hidden, do not want to have an afterlife, as long as the love of this life in the cherry blossom season, catch the cherry blossom bloom and fade of the beautiful moments, so that the love of the moment in the moment in the eternity, because some people say, cherry blossoms and flowers may be just a moment, but in the hearts of people is eternal.
My mind is always fluttering with memories of you. In the cycle of the seasons, once the birds and flowers, flowers and willows, cut the love, the breeze to pass; fluttering love, white clouds to piggyback; a long time to be attached to, running water to send. I like this kind of light, a person's quiet time, light and distant, light and serene.
The fragrance of the flowers in the distance, looking back to see the cherry blossoms in the wind gently swaying, a piece of flower petals floating down with the wind. Reach out and catch a piece, still as red and colorful. I watched it open up a tree of prosperity, and watched its petals gradually fall.
Cherry blossom dance, attachment to follow. Cherry blossoms fall from the drift, destined to have no ending.