When I woke up in the morning, I stayed in bed as always, counting the number of alarms. When it was close to the time set by myself, I jumped out of bed like a 100-meter sprint. Then he walked to the balcony with lazy steps, taking deep breaths as usual, trying to absorb all the new things into his body, so as to awaken the passion sleeping deep in his soul...
After the Jingzhe, Xiao The bugs are waking up, and it seems that I am also waking up from hibernation.
The weather is slightly cold, but my mood feels warmer than before. There is no need for the oath of each other, the feeling of gurgling into the heart like a stream is enough to make a person intoxicated, so intoxicated that he smiles. This spring is as bright as the sun.
You came softly, as calmly as the wind blowing through the window, and brought me dreamy poems. I am so pleasantly surprised that I feel the eternal love between you and me; I am so happy that there is someone to share my troubles with; I cherish this wonderful encounter by chance even more, because before I met you, I spent too much time letting you know I am lonely; because before I met you, I rubbed shoulders with too many people; because before I met you, I would not have been so warm in this spring.
Holding my breath, I listen quietly, praying for your true heartbeat, waiting for the moment when heart and heart collide, with a slight warmth and a slight desire, my heart has slowly opened, playing The crisp final sound is not heartbreaking, but joyful. My peaceful heart is overflowing with happiness that I have never experienced before.
Spring has become so brilliant, and the sunny days have drowned out the desolation of spring. It is bright and clear day by day, and it seems that happiness is right in front of you.
The thoughts have gradually dispersed, and the bright mood has just begun, so within reach.
Love is wandering in the space of imagination, so gorgeous and colorful, and so warm. I really want to hold your hand and ask, whether we have an agreement in the previous life when we meet so tenderly. ? I really wonder, looking into your eyes and staring at you, have we drank that wonderful Meng Po soup and forgotten all the sorrows when we met without any scruples? An experience, a flash of inspiration, a moment of memory, a handful of sweetness, looking back sweetly, smiling leisurely, thinking quietly, and walking away gracefully. I used to like to forget, but now when I recall and search carefully, everyone is scattered at the end of the world.