Meet, is the fate of the make, in the most beautiful years, meet the best you, do the main character in the story. The best meets the best, the true meets the true, just the right time to meet just the right you, that will be what kind of clear happiness!
The world is very big and very small, there will always be so unexpected, a certain intersection, meet the fate of the three worlds, blowing up the mood of the wind, met the heartbeat of the string sound. So beautiful time, the most beautiful meet the most beautiful, only hope that will be, brocade years, heartfelt story.
Everyone has a section of the road, is the curling time, is to meet you. Like the aged ancient mountains, ancient myths, science fiction world, the soul of the past life, looking for the return of love, flipping through the stone of the three worlds, the pursuit of a line of love, and the deep love of that unconsummated.
The most beautiful time, meet, the years give quiet good, warm and good company around, falling flowers intentionally, floating incense a corner of the land, at the intersection of that meeting. A closed moon and shy flowers, a fluttering clothes; one is Langyuan fairy, one is flawless jade, karma has a home, looking for the love of the past life buckle, renewed under the unfinished love. Love can dance lightly flying until the sea, straight to the end of the world **** at this time in the scenery. Whether I can stay in this handful of forgetful water, gently let the years stand still, no longer have to change, no longer have to leave, no longer have a darker tone.
If you can, if you can, repair the next life, in the fate of the ferry, support the opportunity to know each other, drifting days with you!
If you can, in the waiting for the sky, standing into the tower of eternity, standing into a tree, changing seasons, unchanged forever, just wait for you, just for you to pass by from now on!
If you can, a thousand years of cultivation, in exchange for a look back at you in this life, just to meet you in the most beautiful time
Lightly rely on time, the word whisked, still soft as water, like a breeze, around the fingertips of the tenderness, gently, quietly across the lake of the mind. In a ring of greed; in the moonlight, there is a breeze of the night pouring city; pick up a section of the draft of the drowning years, in that place is the song of the meeting, is the most beautiful years, met beautifully like a brocade.
Ten thousand strands of green silk, around the heart and over; a line of pouring heart, ink stained west wind; pen into a flower, twisting words into poetry. Words of pearls, the meeting of the past life, are love thick ten thousand destiny, that a flood of tender water, turned eighteen bends, and return to the starting point, back to the initial temperature
The original original acquaintance, the original you, decided the end of the story, no matter how to change the plot, how can not be out of the circle, can not escape the circle point of the number of determinants. After a wave of twists and turns, in the thoughts of the sky, a line of hope sails, looking for the journey of the past life, sailing thoughts, sailing your island, arriving at the end of the sea corner distance.
Once then, the most beautiful time, there are you and me, there is love and affection, there is the warmth of a smile, walking together, it can be fragrant wave floating lifetime!
Ximurong met you, the most beautiful moment
1. In my youth, in those long afternoons filled with sunshine, I had nothing to do, and nothing to fear, just because I know that in my life, there is a kind of eternal waiting. Frustrations will come and go, hot tears will be shed and put away, nothing can discourage me, for I have a long life to live, and you, you will surely come.
2. You go, I have to get used to being alone.
3. Don't refuse to say that beautiful vow because it may change; don't dare to ask for a heartfelt encounter because it may be separated.
4. We are all actors, shedding our own tears in other people's stories.
5. Not all of us know the meaning of time, not all of us know how to cherish it. The world does not have the fate of separation and aging, only the willingness to love and the refusal to love the heart. --The only thing that matters is the heart that is willing to love and the heart that is unwilling to love. I have been begging the Buddha for five hundred years for this, begging him to let us have an earthly relationship.
7. In the long life Why, the joy is always withered at the first appearance, the most rapid are the most beautiful time. --Xi Murong "Why"
8. Youth is a book that is too hasty, and we read it again and again with tears in our eyes. --Xi Murong "On the Dark River"
9. The person I adore all my life, after the song ends, no matter whether I want to say goodbye to you with tears or smiles, I will be glad that I have been on the same stage with you.
10. A lifetime of glitz and glamor, a season of forgetfulness. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. The smile is gone, and the loneliness is thousands of years. The strings, thinking about the years of China.
Please cherish whether you meet or not
Thank you for meeting the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time
First, learn to be yourself and gracefully let go of all the things that don't belong to you.
Second, the secret of success is to stick to your own goals and beliefs.
Third, complementary people are easy to love at first sight, and similar people are suitable for growing old together.
Fourth, you said ten miles of peach blossom two people a horse, and then thanked the prosperity of life and death without words.
Fifth, more than ten years of age to fall in love can be ten million, do not dirty themselves.
Six, I still believe in the significance of effort, the value of struggle, because that is the essence of the problem.
Seventh, a hundred years to repair the same boat, a thousand years to repair the bunk bed.
VIII, life is like a roller coaster, a moment to rush up, a moment to fall down, but you can choose to scream again and again, or enjoy the privilege of riding.
Nine, I want, not a brief tenderness, but a lifetime of waiting
Ten, I am very grateful to meet the most beautiful you in the most beautiful time.
XI, you take great pains to ingratiate yourself with her than a polite smile
XII, the order of appearance of the people is very important, accompanied by your drunkenness is destined to no way to send you home.
Thirteen, be a warm person, not humble, clear life.
xiv. Floating life is not drunk, please keep in mind my beauty!
xv. Why can't we have more in the best time? When the teeth fall out before going to eat lobster, full of wrinkles before going to use skin care products?
XVI, we need someone, a very close to be able to hand you a towel, clothes in the bathroom.
XVII, the most beautiful feeling is that when I look back at you in the crowd, you are also standing there looking at me.
xviii. Great achievements come from the great effort spent and the greatest effort put into the ambitious goal.
xix. I try not for you but because of you.
XX, do not rush to life to give you all the answers, sometimes, you have to come up with patience and so on.
XXI, brave, anyway, none of us want to leave this world alive.
Twenty-two, if two people want to be together properly, there must be a person especially especially will endure.
Twenty-three, to be able to avoid, is not fate; to be able to give up, is not love.
Twenty-four, I hate you, I hate you the most, you let me hate you can not really hate.
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: the depth of time, love as the winter sun
Romantic and beautiful love letter example: the depth 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 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 in the quiet guard this window of warmth, through the years that a touch of heart fragrance, write down the warmth of the poetry line. Hanging in the winter branches, into gorgeous flowers, condensed into a lifetime of love, into a wisp of fragrance, let the years knocking on the window, the 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 it was a long time ago that 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, and it was a long time ago that 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 is changing. 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 into 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.