The search for a better self, just to meet, this is probably the most beautiful scenery of life. You're holding me, I'm pulling you, holding and pulling, pulling and pulling all the way forward.
Stranger flowers bloom, silent, pick a flower Fangfei lonely. The world of things, nine out of ten are not as good as they should be. The person who loves you you don't necessarily love him, the person you love he doesn't necessarily love you. This is the way to go around, hide and seek, in the red dust road deep and shallow, stumbling, potholes and potholes in pursuit of.
On the road, two people are attracted to each other, miss each other, look at each other, look forward to each other. But the fact is that the people of the world are not the only ones who can't get along with each other, who can't do what they want, who can't be with them for the rest of their lives, who can't be with them for the rest of their lives. Can only treasure the fragrance in the soul of the deepest, refreshing fragrance. Not to touch, not to remember, not to flip, cherish the moment, cherish the fate, cherish the person in front of you.
The road of red dust with you, even a small section of the road, as long as the bone is engraved, as long as the soul is haunted, is love. Who says that love must be a long time, who says that love must be ear to ear, who says that love must be together until old age. Xuanzong and Yang Guifei's love is not a legend of ancient love?
If not, how can the Drunkenness of the Concubine intoxicate the people of the world for thousands of years? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one. 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 ones. How can Du Mu's poem, "The Concubine Laughs on a Ride of Red Dust, No One Knows It's Lai Zhi" be passed down through the ages? And how can it be passed down through the ages, to this day?
With you on the road of red dust, even if the beginning is just acquaintance, not necessarily know, not necessarily understand, as long as the days are long, that is also love. Who said that love must be mountain alliance, who said that love must be flowers before the moon, who said that love must be boom boom boom.
Love can also be cultivated, a porridge and a meal, a smile, plain, day and night, gradually get along with, slowly and fondly. We are on the road in the red dust, encountered the love is still less? How many people really grow old together? The real companion to the old and how many people?
Who is really accompanying you on the road? Not with you three meals a day four seasons, not with you spring flowers, summer listening to the rain, fall chrysanthemums, winter tasting plums in front of the people. Not with you over the mountains, climb the mountains and rivers of the people in front of you, not with you to visit your friends and relatives, serving parents, call the cold and ask for warmth, care for the people in front of you to cherish you. It's not the person in front of your eyes who is with you to vomit your blood and **** with nursing children. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it, and you'll be able to get a good understanding of what you're doing.
This is the longest confession on the road with you. This is love, incomparably pure and noble, everyone pursues the mysterious sweet love. Legend has it that love is the collision of the heart and the heart, the dialog between the eyes and the eyes, the exchange of divine wisdom and divine wisdom, the love and the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love.
It is the heartbeat of the moment, the moment of moving, the flow of true love. It is also an action of acquaintance, a look of knowledge, a love word of understanding, a lifetime of fascination.
It is wonderful to have your company on the road of red dust, it is warm and cozy, it is gentle and mild. It is a meter of sunlight, bringing a lot of warmth, warming your cold heart; it is a bouquet of fragrant flowers, bringing a few warmth, warming your dry heart; it is a wisp of green silk, bringing a little tenderness, tenderness of your cranky mind; it is a breeze, bringing a trace of gentleness, mildness of the sea of your anger-prone heart, a shallow smile, lightly said, gently whisking over the sea of your cold heart, ripples, a circle of ripples.
With you on the road of red dust, love has a taste, feelings have a support, the soul has a rest, life has a color, the day has hope.
We are waiting for the sunrise in the morning with each other, watching the sunrise, the rising sun filled our lonely heart; evening walk with each other, looking at the evening sun, the sunset magnificent full of our throbbing hope; night with each other to see the moon, counting stars, full of stars and moon full of our imagination of the bizarre.
Imagine that one day we will be together in a spaceship. Flying to the moon, flying to the planet, traveling in the universe, shuttling in the stars, stopping at the sun. Visit the little prince's planet, greet his roses, ask to find out if he waited for love, tell them the true meaning of love.
Imagine that one day, we are together in a time ship, through the long space of history. Over the mountains, flying over the sea, crossing the desert, wandering in the sea, stumbling in the desert. Searching for the string of footprints left by Sanmao in the desert, tracing the happiness of Sanmao and José's dribs and drabs.
Through the era of Xiang Yu, to see the "strength of the mountains and the world, the time is not conducive to the" bold, to witness his and Yu Ji's love sad song of the lingering sentimental. Travel to the Southern Song Dynasty and witness Li Qingzhao's "Life is a man of honor, death is also a ghost hero. I still think of Xiang Yu, refused to cross the Jiangdong." Patriotic feelings. By the way, experience her love of love, "do not eliminate the soul, the curtain west wind, people than the yellow flowers thin," the pain of lovesickness ......
Red dust on the road with you, all the way to the scenery, all the way to the bumps, all the way to the romantic, all the way to sing, all the way to the story, the vicissitudes of the years, the flow of gold in the time. I'm looking for a piece of paper to write about your tenderness and attachment with ink. The light, soft, quiet, ink condensation of our hearts as lotus, scattered with the wind.
With you on the road of red dust, life is like a lotus, clear and shallow, plain and elegant. The time condensed into a cold incense, the quiet, a Zen heart, a few Zen, our past cloud smoke into a wisp of lotus fragrance. Smoked us, fragrant time, as the shadow of our companions to follow each other to rely on each other, until the end of time, until forever and ever ......
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