The world is big and small, and there will always be such unexpected encounters. At a certain intersection, I met the fate of the third generation, blew the emotional wind and met the warm chord. Such a beautiful time, the most beautiful meeting the most beautiful, I only hope it is a story of hard work in Jinse's youth.
Everyone has a long way to go, this is an elegant time, it met you. Much like the old Gu Shan, the ancient myth, the world of science fiction, the soul of past lives, looking for the destination of love, crossing the stone of III, pursuing a trace of love, and the unfinished family relationship.
The most beautiful time, meeting, years give quiet and gentle companionship, intentional falling flowers, fragrant corners, at the intersection where we meet. One is ashamed of the bright moon, the other is on cloud nine; One is a fairy flower in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. Fate has a home, looking for the love of past lives and continuing the unfinished love. Love can dance and float in the sky until time passes and the world ends. Can I keep this forgotten water and gently let the years stand still, never change, never abandon, never dim.
If you can, if you can, learn from life to life, support the opportunity to meet at the ferry of fate, and wander for your day!
If possible, under the waiting sky, stand as an eternal tower, stand as a tree, the seasons change, never change, just waiting for you, just passing by for you!
If you can, practice for a thousand years for a lifetime of looking back, just to meet you at the most beautiful time.
Gently press the time, every word blows, still soft as water, just like the breeze Xu Lai, bypassing the tenderness of the fingertips, gently and quietly across the lake. In the ring of greed; In the city of night with moonlight and breeze; Pick up a draft that has drowned the years. In that place, it was a song of meeting and the most beautiful time. Beautiful, beautiful.
Thousands of strands of hair pass around the heart; A line of heart, ink dyed west wind; Put pen to paper into flowers, twist words into poems. Every word, known in previous lives, is full of affectionate fate. The gentle water has turned eighteen bends and returned to the starting point, returning to the original temperature.
It turns out that the initial acquaintance, the initial you, decided the ending of the story. No matter how you change the plot, you can't escape, and you can't escape the fate of that circle. After many twists and turns, under the sky of missing, a glimmer of hope set sail, looking for the journey of past lives, sailing to the island of missing you and reaching the distant place of the ends of the earth.
Once upon a time, in the best time, there was you and me, love and affection, and the warmth of a smile. The shampoo could float for a lifetime!
Xi Murong met you, the most beautiful moment.
1. When I was young, in those long sunny afternoons, I did nothing and was fearless, just because I knew that there was an eternal wait in life. Frustrations come and go, tears flow and are put away. Nothing can discourage me, because I still have a long way to go, and you, you will definitely come. -Xi Murong's "Write to Happiness"
You go, I'm always used to being alone. -Xi Murong
Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath just because it may change; Don't be afraid to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you may be separated. -Xi Murong's Seal
We are all actors, crying in other people's stories. -Xi Murong
5, not all people can understand the meaning of time, not all people know how to cherish. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only a heart willing to love and a heart unwilling to love. -Xi Murong's monologue
6. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree
7. In the long life, why does joy always fade at first sight? The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time. -Xi Murong "Why"
8. Youth is a book that is too hasty. We watched it again and again with tears in our eyes. -Xi Murong's "On the Underground River"
9. The love of my life, after the song, whether I want to say goodbye to you in tears or with a smile, I will be glad to have been on the same stage with you. -Xi Murong's "On the Underground River"
10. A flashy life, forgetting a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China. -Xi Murong
Please cherish whether you meet or not.
Thank you very much for meeting the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time.
First, learn to be yourself and gracefully let go of everything that doesn't belong to you.
Second, the secret of success lies in sticking to your goals and beliefs.
Third, complementary people are easy to fall in love at first sight, and similar people are suitable for growing old together.
Four, you said that Shili Peach Blossom is two people and one horse, and later you thanked the prosperous life and death.
Never fall in love at the age of five and ten. Don't dirty yourself.
6. I still believe in the meaning of hard work and the value of struggle, because that is the essence.
Seven, a hundred years to build the same boat crossing, a thousand years to build bunk beds.
8. Life is like a roller coaster. You rush up and fall, but you can choose to scream again and again or enjoy the ride.
Nine, what I want is not a short gentleness, but a lifetime of waiting.
Thank you very much for meeting the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time.
1 1. Your efforts to please can't compare with her polite smile.
Twelve, the order of people's appearances is very important, and the people who accompany you to get drunk are doomed to be unable to send you home.
Thirteen, be a warm person, neither humble nor supercilious, and live a clean life.
Fourteen, floating life is not drunk, please remember my beauty!
Why can't we have more at the best time? Don't eat lobster until your teeth fall out and eat skin care products until your face is wrinkled?
We need someone, a very close person, who can hand you towels and underwear in the bathroom.
The most beautiful feeling is that when I look back at you in the crowd, you are standing there looking at me.
18. Great achievements come from great ideas and the greatest efforts for lofty goals.
I work hard not for you, but for you.
Don't rush to let life give you all the answers. Sometimes, you have to be patient and so on.
Be brave. None of us will leave this world alive anyway.
Twenty-two, two people want to be together, one person must be very, very tolerant.
Twenty-three, what can be avoided is not fate; What you can give up is not love.
24. I hate you What I hate most is that you make me hate you, and I really can't.
Romantic and aesthetic love letter model essay: deep in time, love is like the sunshine in winter.
Romantic and beautiful love letter model essay: in the depths of time, love is like the sun in winter, which is particularly cold this winter. Through the windowsill, it seems that you can see the desolation of the four seasons. Only the sunshine through the window is warm and makes people lazy. I like this quiet and soft time. Soak in a cup of green tea, and the fragrant tea leaves the past behind, just like this window separates the cold and makes those lost feelings bloom like winter flowers. Listening to a chord in my heart is melodious, as if there is a wisp of flower fragrance, which slowly melts into my heart, so gentle and fragrant. A plain piece of paper, written lightly with pen and ink, gathers the beauty of the four seasons, or keeps the warmth of this window thick or light, and writes warm poems after touching the heart fragrance in the years. The branches hanging in winter turn into gorgeous flowers, condensed into lifelong yearning and turned into a wisp of fragrance. No matter when the years knock on the window, the memory is always gentle and long.
Time is shallow; God, overlap. The world of mortals is like smoke. Before the dream blossoms, I remember a past event, a slowly unfolding picture of my first encounter, as if it were just yesterday, still so beautiful and true. Meeting is soft, the world of mortals is shallow, the petals of memory are stunning, and beautiful images haunt my mind. Gently open the door of the years, cut out a quiet and warm time and look out the window. You are my horizon, and I am your cape. We miss each other across the earth and grow crazy in our hearts. I use exquisite fine print to carve fireworks that accompany my heart; I use laughter as water to describe the distance of lovesickness. A piece of paper is affectionate, half-window lovesickness, swaying the fragrance of roses, deeply planting tenderness and lingering, allowing thoughts to wander in quiet days, reading lightly, hiding deeply, deeply attached, and being happy for a long time.
Sitting quietly on the other side of the text, my heart dances with the footsteps of the years, composing a heart song in the sun, making the warm feeling warm from the toes to the hair. Some predestinations, when they meet, may not be amazing, but just happen to be in line with their own likes, moved their minds and walked into their hearts. I'm used to what you gave me, just every day, about you. Distant time and space have not changed our distance. I can still feel your warm breath. Listen to your inner whispers and comfort each other. Because of my sincere gaze, I became stronger. From then on, I sealed the ink for you and painted the land as a prison; From then on, I will wash away the lead and experience the world for you; From then on, I caught the bright moon for you alone, drunk in the clear autumn; From now on, I will walk through the snow for you, for you, for Qin and for rustling.
Standing at the entrance of the season, burning a seed of hope, smiling slightly, tasting in the warmth, slightly white inlaid on the earth, like a poem scattered randomly. Sit quietly in the arms of the night, write down the long and distant soul, romantic, and quietly bloom for you with light and shallow poems. Looking back, it is the end of the year. Fireworks, as usual. Time is shallow, feelings remain the same, and the scenery changes at four o'clock. Some faint afterheat lingers in the wet palms. Linglong's initial heart has never changed. Green tea and drum music, dust-free invitation, with deep affection, won half a season of flowers, warm feelings, that is, good. There is no need to say goodbye, I know, deep in the ocean, flowing quietly, never lost, just absent together. Just because you know, you will never lose.
From the moment we met, you were my miss in my brow, you were my figure in the city, and you were my constant attachment in the distance. Pick a sweet heart and bury yourself in the winter rhyme. I am grateful to have you, and I am grateful to meet you. The best feeling in the world is to accompany and be together silently. Poetry is written by Shan Juan, and poetry is made of colored glass. Time is at your fingertips, and the book is lingering. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, plant your affectionate watch. There is a yearning, intoxicated in a lamp of ink, a concern, a love of the four seasons, a perfusion of life, and a person's elegance in the years. Even though we have crossed the mountains and rivers of the years and the Wan Li beacon smoke, we can find each other in the scattered world of mortals by following the imprint of previous lives.
The sunshine in winter warms the time, gentle and gentle, like your affectionate poem, whispering in your ear. Through the notes of time, poetry is full of fragrance, like smoke and painting, like an ink painting, dotted with mountains and rivers of the years. Miss, if poetic, if clear as water, if picturesque. I fell into the fragrance of flowers and penetrated the poem written in my heart, just like a beam of aurora pouring down, illuminating the tenderness of my soul and vividly making a tree miss it. Therefore, the brisk heart stepped on the rhyme of poetry, crept into the heart and fell into the brow. For a long time, I didn't deliberately approach, only to find that missing has always been as innocent as the winter sunshine. I like it more and more, which makes people happy and sad. I know, it is full of warmth, just your care that burns without hurting.
Fold a volume of Brahma's love book, cut a memorial of love, fill the gap when you are not around, and accompany me day and night when I miss you. I can always follow the temperature of your palm and draw you laughing. You said that you like the lightness of snowflakes flying, so since I'm here, snow is not just snow, but a quiet and safe heart. Take a handful of crystal snowflakes, smell them gently, and then rub the smell of snow into your blood vessels. Nourish the dying body. I know I have your footprints in my heart. A touch of the world warms two hearts, standing in front of my heart and silently facing my soul. The face of the years will grow old in the eyes, but still look forward to the end of time. I want to be close to you in this dark night, let the cold wind outside the window kill me, let the stars and the moon hide in the sky, and the green silk in the oath will always be vigorous.
Love is a kind of care. Even though Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters, it is a silent concern in my heart. Boil snow and ink, let a crystal-clear heart boil out a different style in the heart lake, and gently slide into the last coolness of warm winter in the dream. Carve a touch of pure love, glaze your sweet and fragrant feelings, lightly sprinkle a drop of pure broken wine, close to the deep red cinnabar on your chest, snuggle up with you in cold and warm, dance lightly, smile lightly, be affectionate for life, count pears like snow, rhyme with tenderness, and dance in your dreamy agarwood.
In the depths of time, love is like the sun in winter. I learned to wait, and I believe that as long as I put my heart into it, I will be happy. Because there is love in my heart, it brings a quiet and peaceful place to my complicated life. The emotion of running water has an eternal belief. I believe you made a promise to me, and my mood and artistic conception have risen. Trance has become a piece of light golden glass, releasing all my hopes and dreams. When hope is in full bloom in spring, we will travel here together, enjoy more beautiful scenery, create a happier feeling together and sing a happy music for us. No matter the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, you are my only warmth.
Looking around, the original bright colors have faded on the ridge of memory. But there is no lack of its true beauty and pure and mellow beauty. At the moment when the heart and eyes contact, the initial feeling can still be recalled. Just like an old thing, in a quiet corner, it looks old and nobody cares, but the story behind it can only be understood by its owner. Standing in the snow, listening to the sound of falling snow and the call of spring, we can grow old together with you, without melancholy or hesitation. This situation makes the colors on the screen richer, the content richer and the levels more distinct. There are many shadows and figures in pairs. I have you in this life, * * * has white hair, * * * enjoys a full moon, and you accompany me in cold and warm years. The road is cold, the days are bitter and the heart is sweet.