Moonlight pouring city, dark fragrance sleeve, the night of the long lonely and long, the moon's secluded and tea dense, more than a few poetic. The heart of the matter in the light of the moonlight quietly bloom. Sitting in the window, a touch of gentle moonlight moistens the book, a curtain silhouette colorful quiet night. Sitting in the music of the peace, pen and ink, smell the tea, the heart swirls with the warm flavor of jasmine along the veins spread every inch of the skin. The soft rhythm of the words with the fragrance of the words directly to the heart, reciting in the pen, slowly and slowly, such as pure spring water overflowing paper. In this way, quiet in the depths of time, alone taste of happiness, light cut thinking, writing down the heart of a side of the landscape, a love, word by word, sentence by sentence, the heart of the miss, can you feel it?
Against the west window, watching the moon rise and fall, listening to the wind from the eaves slipped through. The heart of that time is quiet, so quiet that you can hear the beating of their own heart, and the blood flow of the commotion. Thinking of you, in this quiet winter night; thinking of you, in this lingering moonlight. Sitting in a curtain under the moonlight, will be delivered to the words of deep love, with thoughts of the fragrant ink in the pen stretch, in the quiet night gently read your heart. Missing, like a free walking flower, the bottom of the heart will rise up a warmth, such as sitting around the red stove, inexplicably remembered your name, the mouth read the words, the bottom of the heart of the heat flow. 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.
thousands of miles of smoke, looked back, how many tangled around the vine of the idea and the moonlight gently flowed, entangled in the clear, transparent. 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 best ones. The rain, you are on the other side, I'm on this shore, painting a picture of the scenery reed, planting a curtain of dreamy love. Tangled love silk such as double wings in the dancing, fell in the palm of the treasure. You care, cherish, properly in my heart. Soft heart in the cool expectation, I traced in the heart again and again, traced into the heart of the mountain, the heart of the water. The road is as far away as just a stone's throw away. The joy of the flow of years, the graceful brow, smile in peace, water cooking thoughts, rice paper as proof, ink as evidence, a paper fragrance gaze.
The clock ticking ticking ticking, a second by second, no expression, not slow and not urgent, the most beautiful time, is that open in the brow of the fragrance, is a flower in the wind is filled with fragrance, shallow and elegant white, and the flow of the wind sound light dance fly. A window of deep love, was tenderly read up, in the clear sparse shadow of a touch of poetry, gently spread, and quietly stacked up, express a side of the text, splash a queer ink rhyme, love a city, a world of tenderness. The heart will be turned into a trickle of water, flowing in the text; will be turned into thousands of feelings of stars, in the night sky dotted with moonlight. Quiet night, only miss the heart is still leaping, do not know sleepy. Let the tea curls, full of room fragrance, a heart in love in the depths of the text, because there are you, there are me, and love.
The years are shallow, the time is brimming. The heart has a thousand knots, through the contours of time and space, spread out the memories of the paper, pick up the life of the drop. 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. Thousands of miles apart, this is the end of the world strangers, a rim word, a heartfelt encounter, daylight pouring city, spring flowers. The soul of the heart, in the depths of time and love embrace, into the rhythm of the heart pulse, the wind murmurs, slowly spinning a curtain of dreams, fondness for the dusty heart, the delicate condensation, the fate of life, open up a flower of splendor, shallow overflowing with the fragrance of your warmth. Encounter a warm, cold air current is also filled with the breath of spring, that is warm and cozy, warm and quiet. The word falls to the tip of the heart, is still a bay of clear spring, slowly flowing, not moving, but the most affectionate. With a heart of the first, to keep each other night and day. The time colored by the ink, elegant, charming. In the depth of the soul to calm the mind, so that the mind has a home to return to.
The time is sweet, and the years are limp. How much light, in the fingertips light; how many years, in the pen flow; how much prosperity, after the blossom, still prosperous; fire and red dust, there is a you, willing to stop for me to catch up with the footsteps, and I encountered, in the water color between the flow of the years, bathed in the moonlight dew, the heart of the first murmur into a song. The pulse of the heart will be sent in the palm of the years, gaze, the heart of those broken thoughts, in the most beautiful pen tip depicted into a painting. In this life, only to be the only trip in your heart, to the moon with a plain heart, to treat you with gentleness, time to listen to a song of the wind murmur, let me in the palm of your heart, writing poems and paintings, with you *** a cloud and water at the end of the world. You promise me a world of joy, I promise you a world of warmth.
Flowers bloom a few times, falling red a few seasons, time unconsciously, entangled in the years, we shuttle in which, to and fro, in and out. With the greenness of spring, the peace and warmth of summer, the golden color of autumn, and the thinness of winter. Then you will surely be able to find a piece of the sky that belongs to you. Smiling with a warm, thankful for a meet, moist fingertips flow of years. Some of the companion walk through the days is also a wonderful life. Let the ink dense sentiment, flowing with the initial touch, this shore and the other shore, the idea hidden in the heart. I remember, the years are not old, you are well, I am still. Some destined destiny, will always be destined to meet in the red dust ferry. Come, or do not come; see, or do not see, are in that pouring heart, warm life all the vicissitudes of the journey. Any all the joy and quiet good, open into a multi-colored poetry rhyme, a frame of the flow of years, transparent glazed thoughts, a thought of warmth, and then read the fragrance.
Thinking of a person, is a sweet hope, rendering the depth of love as the sea, the words of thoughts wandering in the heart. I can't hold the hand, but I feel the tenderness, I can't see the face, but I can feel your smiling face. Dreams like cicadas, heart like glaze, colorful world, bathed in sentiment rosy; destiny of the landscape, plucking the zither melodious; seasonal changes, weighing the encounters of the wine, there is a mellow brewing, is a kind of intoxicated waiting, not too late, not too late, go to an eternity unchanged dream of the kingdom. May according to the heart and line, Xu time to eternity, allow me in a pure and clear heaven and earth, calm and relaxed, and wait for the years, to cut a piece of beauty for me, weaving a pair of years of embroidery.
Romantic love letters: I miss the red dust, just because you
Romantic love letters: I miss the red dust, just because you
Clear night, the moon's light sprinkled all over the earth as the day. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Gently sit down and hold the coolness of the night in the palm of your hand. Keep a cozy, taste a touch of warmth, perched on a wisp of flower soul, any cross flute blowing down a shallow, mood so silent, thoughts so misty. Lift your head, clearly saw those surging love, surging vow, in the fingertips of the flowers, those beautiful dust fragrance, glazed warmth, always in the fermentation of the thoughts in the memory of the proper. Sitting quietly in the embrace of the night, time flows in the fingertips, a touch of tenderness hidden between the eyebrows, a string of heart shallow murmur, the night is quiet, the breeze breeze, the only thing will be the idea of this thought in the wind, blowing to the faraway places, into the countryside.
Halfway through the night, let your thoughts wander in the sprawling silence of the night, let your memories drip drip drip drip in the flat and narrow line, facing the computer, ten fingers gently leaping, the crackle of the keyboard sounded crisp and pleasant sound, the mood at this time, is warm and happy. That kind of bone metaphor of the initial, still in the hustle and bustle of the red dust, such as moonlight like glaze, such as the morning dew like Ningrun, such as grass like fragrance. If you have a delicate heart like water, for you to lower your eyebrows, holding up the past life, linked up the distance, beautiful warm encounter, moist flow of the years of blossoming. Thick love, cut meaning, love, love, love. A touch of warmth in the oblique poetry line flow, a paper waiting in the red paper small word quiet, thousands of tenderness with the love, heart incense a bunch of drunken years.
沐流光月露,倚锦帛素笺,清风沁着花香醉意, euphemistically a curtain of beautiful poetry. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The sky and the south and the north are far away from each other, all alone in the water, thousands of miles to send a message, a love. I am the woman in your ink painting, you are my soulmate between the red paper, fascinated by the heart, drunken soul. Your gentle call is like a soft breeze rippling the lake of the heart; your advice is like a warm sunshine brightening the body and mind. Alpine and flowing water, the euphony accompanied, no matter where you are, inhabiting which country, listening, is our **** with the melting point. Meet you is destiny, the feeling is unspeakable. Falling in love with you is destiny, the kind of warmth lingering intoxicated. Waiting for you is destiny, the kind of persistence in this life unchanged.
The night is not yet over, Acacia no shore, heart, a window speechless lingering. The light cooking smoldering years, quiet taste of broken happiness, sitting quietly in front of the computer, the heart quietly spread, fingertips walking on the keyboard, the loneliness of the night to bloom flowers. Wandering between the charm of the level and oblique, misty dense flowers small order, tenderness lingering a few romantic. Layoff a period of time decorative jinxed years, so that the flow of years to open out the flowers of love. A cup of tea, savoring the fragrance of thoughts, a piece of paper, recorded in the beautiful lingering past. The time will be boiled into a cup of warm coffee, in the blossoming and falling flowers, cloud scrolls and clouds quietly guard the years, counting the scenery of the years, some things, some people, some met, in the unexpected time to warm up the life, the heart of the euphoria.
Time is long, quietly flowing; long thoughts, light fragrance. 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. Looking out the window at the blank night, want your thoughts and the silk breeze, in this quiet night extension, look back and smile, from the end of the world to close at hand, flickering love flame, hold up the sky of love. Stay at the corner of the season, through the red dust, ink flying, smile sweetly. Fold a period of time, write a touch of fondness, will be a heart of dark incense, charming into a small order of flowers, you are my trip in this life, you are the only one I'm waiting for. Write a love poem, with peach blossoms as a medium, with cherry blossoms as a make, let that all the expectations and joy in the peach and willow green in the surplus heart, even if the sunset clouds, even if the deep streets and alleys, are the heart of the good scenery of the falling flowers.
Cut a wind flower, send sound to the end of the world; cut a wisp of snow moon, sprinkle your window. I want to be with you on earth when the spring warmth, cooking a pot of fragrant tea tea painting, and a song song *** see the flowers blossom sweet, counting the wind flow. I would like to take a flat boat and swim across your shore. Listen to the wind and waves chanting oh, smell the flowers, quietly taste a pocket of pure beauty of the sentiment, let the fragrance of the flowers leisurely floating, let the night wind slowly dazzling, the promise of love hidden in the next spring season of flowers, fragrance, continuation. Recognize your heart and soul, the promise of the green silk Huafa dependence, overflowing fragrance of the heart of the lake, between the Danqing Ruler, spring color charming, and every time the pen, the delicate with the joy you bring, like the spring breeze in the curtain of rain, aroused the butterfly wings fluttering, blowing awake the sleep sleep of the flower period, drifting down the grass and trees fragrance of the poem.
The bridge was painted with smoke and willow, the wind curtains and green curtains, and the water-like love. Water-like love, a touch of tenderness between the fingers, is a brow in a party of thoughts, stretching in the quiet clouds and water, dancing lightly with the skirt of the fragrance of the lingering. Warm the lonely heart, embellished with the plain years, written into the heart of the most beautiful chapter of poetry. Hand holding the falling cherry blossom love, point cherry blossom how to tell the heart of a thousand things? Some deep love, hidden in the pink stamen, some know, with the abundant days, a string of clear sound, for you to sing all the tenderness. Record in writing the flowers of the fragrance, wonderful heart flowers, blooming chu chu moving beautiful purple and red, in the depths of the flow of years, so that the river of words shallow flow, flow through the flowers are still fragrant winter and summer, flow through the lights at the end of the place that I miss you day and night, flow through the splendor of the years as a dream, in the bottom of the heart to leave a deep and shallow footprints.
The net sea is vast, we use attachment to hold fast to the love affair, with the love of the heart, with know how to moisturize the time. Distance cut the hand of true love, time can not pull the heart of true love, the wind passes the love, the rain passes the love, a bend of the moon thousands of miles **** Canyon. Dyeing the season's scenery, humbly in the wind of tenderness, gentle moonlight of the light of thought, charming the candle under the delicate face. Water-like inseparable, is a touch of tenderness between the fingers, is a party of thoughts in the brow, stretching in the quiet clouds and water, dancing lightly with the skirt of the fragrance of the lingering. Put you into the words, and love the fragrance overflowing daylily paper. The appendix, I weave words as a garment, ring pendant tinkling, with the deepest obsession summoned thousands of miles away from the footsteps. When I think of you, the corners of my mouth rise, and in my heart, a dark fragrance floats. When I think of you, my heart remains the same. Even though, a thousand sails have fallen, I still pour my heart to read you, pour the city a touch of light.
The moon is cool, the heart is misty, the red dust has love, the end of the world obsessed, the flow of light turning, for you to lower the eyebrows, dark incense poetry, Chuanliu endless. The time that passes, always cut the heart that you and I are tightly dependent on each other. Although, I and you, two cities separated by halfway mountains and water, but has long been integrated into each other's lives. In this life, my words, only for you to write, I am in the sea of words across the sea, looking for words belonging to you, the word a sentence, are only for you to write. With an original heart, will pour heart's desire, trust the wind and moon to send to you. A love guarded, is happiness; a love you in, no regrets in this life. Holding thoughts of the red dust, just because you, the heart all the way to the sun, light smile years of sweetness.
The flowers bloom and fall, the canonical flat and narrow, know each other and love each other, quietly guard the flow of years, the left hand holding the happiness, right hand holding the sweetness, this go through the years, the flowers bloom undefeated. In this life, I just want to hold your hand forever, so that time does not grow old, so that the years do not grow old, so that you and I do not grow old, so that I hold your hand again, so that we warm each other for a lifetime. Only to be your woman of peace, let me slowly accompany you, accompany you to see the years old, the years exhausted. Until the steps hobbled, until the silver hair full head, until the end of the world, *** to keep an untainted dust of happiness and peace and warmth. Regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the sun and snow, do not let go of each other's hands, do not leave each other's heart. Let each other with the sunshine smile and warmth, let the rose in the moon and stars in the fragrance of delicate, so that the most beautiful story and time has dye, so that the most pure love fragrance for a hundred years.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: you come, just as I am
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: you come, just as I am
Light and shade, dark fragrance floating, life is always in the interpretation of the wonderful, the corner of the time, there will always be hidden surprises, and perhaps in the next alleyway, the good know will be as promised.
Like the word as promised, she carries the joy and an expectation of the future, waiting for a very bitter, but never let down, flowers and warm sunshine as promised, for you to deduce a spring, a cup of tea, waiting for a person who understands it, there are times when people are also waiting for a cup of tea, if you are willing to wait for tea, tea is not responsible for you; a flower, waiting for a confidant to know how to appreciate her, if you know how to do it, she will be happy. In fact, we have a life, but is looking for a know, high mountains and flowing water, it is difficult to find a soulmate, a soulmate, is a ray of sunshine in the gentle years, is the plain life of the mountains and water together; is the flowers after the end of the collection, is a hundred turns of a thousand times after the persistence of the road is long, it is a long way to go, a know, so that you are stronger in the rain and the vicissitudes of life, a kind of warmth, so that the direction of the confused you have.
People who know you, from your demeanor, words and deeds, will be able to see through your mind, think what you want, to solve your worries, know you, do not need too much expression, just a look will be able to will all of you. The people who know you will be able to see you at a glance in the sea of people.
A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, a beautiful encounter, a period of heartbreaking. Or who is the clear eyes through the years of confusion, to give you joy, from now on, your smile to warm this time the cool. I know, even in a sea of people, at the end of the world, but also know each other, know, is the crowd to find him a thousand degrees, that person is in the lights at the end of the graceful. If I am a leaf in the wind, I hope to understand your visual enjoyment. Che Hai Ren network, lights, there are always some obsessions, talking about a love, deep love, perhaps into the years after the splash of acacia, that is also the most stunning in life.
How much know how to achieve a blossom in the country of the heart? How many know, can in the years of cloud smoke, clear as yesterday? Knowing, so that life is no longer in a hurry, knowing, so that the journey of life is no longer depressed, knowing, so that the footsteps in the forward no longer stumbling. If you know, and then difficult trek, there is warmth and poetry; if you know, cold wind and rain can also find warmth; if you know, the peaks and valleys, is the bank of flowers; if you know, the lack of the moon is full, but also the scenery.
Understanding, such as a section of poetry, written by people, walking word as simple, reading people, see the word as face. If a name, in another person's heart, with the body temperature of life, with tears with a smile, know cold know warm, that simple text is no longer just a symbol, but a real and dynamic existence, because know, so I believe that if you are well, is a sunny day.
A love, if cherished, has been enough to remember, a love, if you know, will be a lifetime of happiness.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: with you *** degree of the softest time
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: with you *** degree of the softest time
Summer like a letter wind, once again kissed the opening of a sentimental season, summer like sowing seeds, and sowing another kind of green, summer like a mission to let the spring to the flower fruits of the maturity of the time, like the light of the day, bright and poetic. As just walked through the spring, so many flowers about to bloom together, exuding a strong and light appropriate fragrance, intoxicated. Listening to the whispering of insects and birds, inhaling the fragrance of blossoming and shedding flowers, quietly savoring the five mixed flavors of life, gentle and quiet early summer, a fresh and unrestrained happiness, spreading faintly. The most beautiful time of the year, all the lushness of life, are growing under the warm sun, all the flowers are fighting for color, all the encounters are full of warmth.
Quiet night, the moonlight is as soft as water, lightly floating through the window light I Luo bed curtains, when the room adds tenderness and romance, more than a few reverie space. Sitting quietly in the embrace of the night, I stayed in the desire to think of you, you stand in my thoughts. The wind is flowing, I scooped up a handful of rose petals in the wind in the palm of my hand, so that the beautiful purple and red delicacy, coloring the sky red you and me, thinking about the scenery of the distant street, all of them make people feel intimate. Longing and you breathe the same air, looking at the scenery you look at every day. That kind of attachment, that kind of attachment, breeding a smile of the rose, swaying flower scent with my thoughts flying in the scenery with you, wandering around you, so that thoughts become my most beautiful scenery.
Hand holding a dense tea, dense tea full of calm, I cook your figure in the tea, carefully tasting the flavor of thoughts, lined with attachment, walked through the years branches, planted a world of love, planted a lifetime of waiting. Love, but also ultimately from the spring snow to dust, and then in the dust to open a flower. This flower of love, don't in front of the chest, eternal life is the lapel with fragrance, when the years dried up its colorful face, the rest, is the most pale deep. Walking quietly in the kingdom of words, a piece of paper, recorded the encounter three thousand verses, open full of glass. Each section of warm words, each warm chapter, are flowing with an unforgettable story, with the flow of life color, shallow painting a rose color, pillow flower poetry, gradual leveling into the poetry chapter.
A bay of bright moon, hanging in the sky, to the hazy night added a silver stream of light, the warmth of the scroll slowly unfolded, loving past is the memory of eternity. Every wisp of dense tea, every lonesome blossom, are the flow of my love love flying. Moonlight such as the sea, projected on top of the heart wave, there are ripples, there is a deep intoxication, there are unknown thoughts around the eyes, at this time no sound like sound, how to entangle that, trickle into the heart bone. Pour a cup of autumn thoughts, drink the night of drunkenness, drink the wind of the fascination, drink I read you, eyebrows stained with sentiment charming. Everything is destined to be a reunion after a long goodbye, destined to be a witness to the love that grows with time, destined to be stained with the fragrance of jasmine, and unforgettable at first sight.
The moonlight is like water, soft and honeyed, the pale end of the world is as light as a picture, fell into the glance back, smiled into a happy flower, between the eyebrows of the heart in love with the deep love. Morning bell and evening drum thoughts, shuttle in the clouds, the glaze will sway to the quiet beauty of the colorful, stop, long space, there is a dark fragrance floating beauty, leaning on the fence, let the glazed moonlight kissed open my miss. This shore and the other shore, the idea hidden in the heart. The depths of the flow of years, the water flows long. Your love for me is as warm as the spring breeze, as crazy as the summer rain, as stubborn as the autumn flowers, and as fragrant as the cold plums. You know my loneliness when the flowers fall, you know the tears in my eyes, you know the depth of my love. A flower of the heart, two heart offerings, a paper ink thick love drunk heart rain. Such understanding, is compassion, is the beauty of the death and son to say.
Warm time, simple days, pick a branch of flowers red, fix a spring color, bring home, inserted into the bottle, I hope the flower fragrance is pleasant, drunken beauty of my heart, but also let me with watery tenderness, guarding the spring of this floral affairs. Chanting a piece of paper, a line, a line, a shallow and a deep, intricate lines embroidered a screen of years of brocade. Have seen the most beautiful sunset red, have seen the Jiangnan rain and smoke, have seen the red y full of path, time to stay in the old threshold of acquaintance, full of eyes full of thoughts, continue to write a section of the days and months of the hand, the pen light and shadow, ripples in a circle, through the flavor of that. Shallow pen, light ink, people at the end of the world, the heart at hand, you are the original home of my lifelong attachment, you are my portrayal of endless tenderness, for you to give birth to charm, for you to lower the dust.
Stranger flowers, is enchanting, fragrance dazzling charming with deep love. Ideas such as flowers, rhinoceros stamen, stained with fragrance and moist with the flow of years. The spring breeze swings up the idea, swept to the summer to come. That is your subtle advice, extending the light of the time flicked through the heart of the tenderness. Or, bring a pink peach blossom heart, diving into a summer night in a curtain dream. The quiet years with the red paper of love, the years as a pen book a long love, so that the sincere voice in the pen end flow, plain language shallow speech gently spread. A warm and fragrant love affair, tender each other a world of attachment, the rest of the love in the intoxicating laughter ripples, run the mind drunk moved. The most important thing to remember is the fact that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and that you have to get the best out of your life. The words of the flow of years, drunkenness and wind and moon, you are my life encounter, you are my love of a lifetime. If the heart is in, the dream is in, if the love is in, the love forever, the heart has love, is a sunny day!
Shear a soft time, planting heart incense, that light smile disorientation, will be open to the flowers of thoughts. And then in a quiet, light number of years left behind in the dribs and drabs, whisked through the heart, not only the petals of the petals of the red, but also a touch of warmth of the collection. Perhaps, this life, all the waiting, are only for the old days of a promise; perhaps, this life, all the sentiment, are only for the sea withered a look back. Those who brush over the heart, not only the petals of red, but also a touch of warmth treasured. From now on, the days are cut into a paragraph, each paragraph is related to you, there will be thoughts, through the lintel of time and space, quietly fell in my heart of tenderness.
Summer is not only the season of romance, but also the season of dreams. In the dream, there is your smile, my dependence; there is the green wind shadow, the flower's appearance; there is the water crystal, the light of the bright. In your season, the summer has eliminated the heat; in your season, my thoughts are flying in the romantic clouds, flying in the ancient article of meticulous.
The road is long, the water is long, sometimes a horse, sometimes the mountains overlap, sometimes the wind and the moon, sometimes the fog is heavy. This way, all need warm care and moisturizing, according to the warm, line to the depths of the years, because the two people meet, is the warmth of the bloom. I have seen the red dust warm and cold, enjoy the spring flowers, and you feathered into the scenery, old into a pair of Danqing.
Love is a mundane life, can feel through its tears drenched with laughter Yingrun, they are so real and mournful, so beautiful and joyful. Mekong waterfront, you carry a wisp of dark fragrance, step song, magpie bridge, I hold a touch of red, against the water, I know the heart of the gentleman, Jun Na female love, chaotic red depths, interpretation of a real, peaceful love, flat and oblique with the life of the plain brocade. Obsessive peace and warmth, brewing a romance, falling ink pouring city, drunk the whole Jiangnan. Tranquility is the warmth of the blossoms, pleasant to the appendage of the drunkenness to go. Each other, *** drink a cup of it, on the flowers and the moon, on the chrysanthemum Dongli. Then, carefully put down, happy to a cloud, sad to a tree flower, big to a mountain, a river, a river; small to a porridge, a meal, a seat, a coverlet. The two of them are not tired of looking at each other, and the two of them are not tired of each other.