Classic essay on love: Love is like a poem, and the sunset is several degrees. No matter how many years love has gone through, no matter how painful it is, no matter how vicissitudes it has, we will show the beauty of love with our heart, just like a picture scroll, no matter how many faces are mottled in the depths of the years, it is still warm!
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We trudged through streams and dangerous beaches in those years. The deep love in those years, like a ray of sunshine, lit up our hearts. We cling to each other, walk through the darkness, greet the dawn and join hands with the sunset!
What is true love? The years that depend on each other until the old age are love, and the short years are also love. Just like love at first sight, but forced to break up, it is also true love. Love is like a poem, like a song, wandering in our hearts. We watch the spring flowers, the autumn moon and the four seasons with love and listen to the whispers of the years. The halo of the sunset lengthens our figure and the years of love. Life drifting with the flow, songs with love are singing in a low voice. ...
Love is like a poem, the setting sun is several degrees! Life is alternating, only the sunset, with a broad mind to witness those stormy days, but also to witness those days that were once dependent. Our eyes have the light of love and the melancholy of the sunset. Life is short, but we love eternity! Then, we should cherish that love time more.
Just like that year, my love. Since we met, words have been the link of our communication. However, those days separated by dangerous beaches and streams brought us into the deepest part of time. Finally, I look at you from time to time to see how the same sunset falls on the other side of the mountain and how the starlight is covered by kitchen smoke. ...
Those regretless days are engraved with our most beautiful and true hearts. In my mind, I feel the warmth of the years. Sorrow and tears seem to have brought us into a bottomless abyss. However, after a few years, we will find that those pains and disappointments are just used by God to sharpen our minds. Otherwise, how can there be today's indifference and freedom, how can there be today's attachment to the years and poetic heart for love?
It's late autumn, and it's getting colder every day. I saw those floating dust, emitting strange brilliance in the sun and forming beautiful light lines. Fallen leaves gently fall under your feet, telling the loneliness of reincarnation. My heart is surprisingly calm. Life is lucky to see the four seasons of everything in the world and experience the ups and downs of everything. We will cherish this short life and short love more!
Sunset, eyes dripping on the water. Birds that come home late chirp at the sunset and then return to their nests. Couples talk and laugh hand in hand and look back at the sunset from time to time. Beyond the sunset, summer flowers have long been lazy, no matter love or hate, they have long been silent. Love that penetrates the years has long been in the heart since ancient times.
The love of years, how magnificent! You let us use our whole lives to honor the sincerity of our promises and also use our whole lives to understand. Then, you let the warmth of love slowly approach our hearts. In retrospect, it was all understanding and moving.
Love is like a poem, how many degrees is the sunset? How I want to feel the ups and downs of the years with love in my limited life; Go to see the long river sunset and the lonely smoke in the desert; To listen to the melodious and chanting love; To experience the happiness and pain of life! Then, use your whole life to interpret love!
Classic essay on love: Banxia chrysanthemum petals in full bloom, chrysanthemum fragrance, hidden in a golden dream. A pen awakens dreams, and the petals exude the fragrance of love. Miss you in a naked summer night and love you in a beautiful painting. Bloom Pinellia, it's really beautiful. It's fascinating, just like you are hiding in my heart, waking up in my thoughts, itchy love, itchy thoughts.
Beautiful answers, in beautiful paintings, are as vivid as grabbing points on a summer night, like the beauty of a mandarin duck playing in the water, and the beauty of artistic conception comes one after another. It seems that there are many acacia paintings in this acacia lake, including beautiful flowers, flying butterflies, brilliant flowers and blossoming flowers floating in the paintings. Lenovo and dreams come to me, and I feel that I am indexed by a painting, and I can't do without my heart, just like dreaming of chrysanthemum petals and meditating softly in the painting.
Intoxicating, it is no exaggeration to use it here at this time. I feel like I'm immersed in it, so infatuated, as if I've risen to a certain level of love again and again, so circuitous thinking, so circuitous love. It's like the fragrance coming from my face, like the soul of lovesickness flying and getting drunk. I can't walk out of that beautiful valley bottom, and I feel trapped inside and can't jump out of that fragrant valley.
Painting is as beautiful as people, and I can't extricate myself, let alone forget you, a beautiful person. Especially on this beautiful summer night, I hold your petal fragrance with wishful thinking. The dream of the pipa fairy, in nine pieces of ileum, seems to dream about my love paddle Bodhi peach leaves, flying flowers dancing in a fan. You are as beautiful as a butterfly and a dragonfly, and you fall on the stone I love. The dream of dancing back to the snow comes from the wall on this beautiful summer night. Wonderful artistic conception, really beautiful! It's beautiful in my heart.
Mandarin ducks as lovers, bloom Pinellia, this is a beautiful artistic conception. Like cool leaves blowing, incense towels curling up, Ran Ran rough jade swaying, weeping willows playing the flute, the beauty of fishing songs at dusk is arranged in love, as if fragrance is left in beautiful flowers, and sweet and beautiful dreams are added to the wall of love.
Acacia lights faint, moaning and waking up. If the peach leaves are in full bloom, hold the dream of the petals of the flower rain and indulge in love. The heartbroken patches were fast-flushers, drunk as red-violet hugs. Bai Niao was speechless and worried about himself. He stayed up all night. Dim fragrance floating, moonlight dusk dream, one after another, looking for thousands of flowers in the dream, and now everything is in the dark light.
Love on a summer night is so beautiful and intoxicating. I feel that the soul of love has been taken away, so I rely on you and worship you. It's like you are the soul I love and never leave. At this time, it is like seeing a girl riding a fine horse on the beautiful grassland. The beautiful and moving eyes are full of my lovesick eyes. Like a breeze blowing, you dismount and bend down to touch. The fluffy soft grass is really beautiful, just like the carpet of love spread in your dream. You bow your head and kiss, and the smell of grass takes the beauty of your love far away.
Draw a picture of the sky and dream back to the agreement. In the depths of this love, red leads to love. Pear blossoms have a moonlit night at the beginning, and Haitang is half full of morning rain. Acacia door azalea red, Acacia ditch water is not enough. You are my sorrow.
Thin shadow under the moon, the place where dreams and souls disappear, bloom, Pinellia.
Classic essay on love: In that year, who made a poem-intoxicated spring and gladly gave warmth to the wind and joy to the leaves and flowers? I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projecting on your wave heart, telling the most beautiful encounters, legends and stories in the world with the heart of rain and dew. Spring is as old as ever. How can the lofty sentiments in Weng Fang's works achieve beautiful eyes and smiles?
Looking back on the world of mortals, there is a long way to go, one for storage and the other for burial. In those days, the stone bridge painted a hidden building, and the smoke and willow danced in clear shadows, singing tactfully. Who remembers whose face, but how can a few strands of hair turn into white hair? I once made a promise in my dream, my heart is like a lotus, my feelings are like the sea, and I have a relationship. If you persist, please love me deeply. So, I dream of Jiangnan and write a piece of fish's heart.
Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, I had a dream in the garden, heard a rain bell rain, fell in love with a butterfly, and the full moon in the west wing gave birth to poems of harpists, talented people and beautiful women. You suddenly come, pick up a red bean tree, put on a clove in the rainy season, and carve the mark of missing on the bluestone board, just to find a thousand-year dream and awaken the memory of the fish.
The grass is green again. Who played the song of the Acropolis into a swan song? If love is true, it will eventually hurt you, and you will feel redundant and hate infatuation. Why is a pipa no longer beautiful? Who became a passer-by, who became Hu Ji and left? Who sighs in the Millennium? Oh! Fish, seven seconds of memory, only seven seconds of memory.
Moment, eternity? Forever and ever, once owned? That year, you really came, stirred up ripples in the water, spoke the fish's heart and painted it on my heart. That year, you wrote a drunken poem, crossing the south of the Yangtze River and drifting over an oil-paper umbrella. Looking back on this life, I just smiled for the past life.
Read, or not read, still there. See or not, still there. Windy days, water waves, fish hearts, a most beautiful picture scroll, a drunken poem. From now on, don't say love, or not love, only light, or not.