fragrant and fragrant
Today, I am still sitting in the warm sunshine of one meter and thinking quietly. As time goes by, you are still the most beautiful and fragrant flower in my heart, with a poetic style, and a beautiful flower. If the heart is pure as water, it is condensed at the end of the pen, and the charming thoughts pass through the words written by me. The moment when the fragrance is full and the flowers are elegant, it is my deepest love for you.
It seems that my love is pouring in again. If I can, I really hope to fly over thousands of mountains and rivers and stop on your windowsill. Is there a phoenix tree in your yard, a singing lark on it, a fresh tulip in full bloom in front of your window, and a hanging orchid? I can't help but wonder about your figure. Is your little yard still full of blushing red and purple impatiens? Is there still a bunch of fresh lilies on your desk? Do you still like to look through the rain lane of that oil-paper umbrella? I really want to understand you as a mystery, read you as a poem, and support you as a myth.
Today's weather is really good, the sunshine is sweet, the clouds are hiding shyness, and my heart is blooming in the spring of love. I am not a very capable person, but I would like to be a warm, charming and soft woman. In such a warm sunshine of one meter, I would like to close my eyes to the sun and trap myself in an infinitely soft lake, and always remember the sad and sorrowful Jia Jian, because I always crave this soft gentle smile, which seems to have nowhere to put it, and just want to find a warm embrace, with boundless shyness and gentleness. I really like being hugged by you, so how can I forget your goodness?
I'm trapped in the warm sunshine of one meter, and I'm not wasting my time. I've always wanted to have a beautiful dream. If my dream can have wings, my thoughts will surely gnaw at one side of grass! I hope that the princess will be as elegant as a princess. My world and the kingdom of my thoughts are only burning with love. I don't care, I don't care. I am no longer a naive girlhood, but, love, she is young, and the lush pink yearning is beating the horse past your window in the blue sky!
I still don't know how to stop thinking about you, so let me write a poem for you, let me sing a song for you, and let me stay forever in the colorful autumn of your love. Suddenly, I remembered the poem describing autumn: "Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice, put the fruits and vegetables in the field with a basket, and live in the eyes of a shepherdess in autumn." What a beautiful poem! I found that love passed by my heart again at this time. I found that I have found the eternal autumn of love in my life. Thank you, my intimate lover and my poetic lover. < P > I have experienced this unique warmth countless times. Even in the severe winter, with the bitter wind and the biting cold, a pure love will break through the ground and bloom as a bunch of white lilies, and I want to be kissed and loved by you like a very young woman. How I want to snuggle up to you and put the unconscious gentleness and pure natural shyness of women! Let me close my eyes and feel what love looks like. Will I be your precious treasure? I just want you to hold me tight and say that you really love me.
If I cry, you will comfort me gently; If I smile, you will be happy with me! I will be a very clever lady, because I only like you. I don't know if you will like me like this. Let me perch on your branches with my gentle handle. I will try my best to love you, be your literary lady, and remember the appearance of love in the twilight and the rising and falling of the moon. Every time I write about you, I will always be so affectionate and burst into tears. I don't expect you to love me very much, as long as every day, I don't expect you to love me forever, as long as every year. I don't know what kind of thing will be more romantic than I miss you. Let me bloom like a lotus in the quiet night, let me shine in your window as bright and charming as moonlight, and let me be full of amorous feelings in these words again. The brocade quilt of missing has never been put away, dancing alone for a period of red dust, loving you in the dim light! Stretch the full wings of love, let me sing the most beautiful songs to you!
Wash a pair of discerning eyes, and I turn my eyes to the boundless night and the vast sky! Hold up my little orange umbrella in the text, put on my blue skirt, and carry my pink nostalgia, so that I can walk forward in your dream. I don't want you to lose my pink shoes and white socks. Under the blue sky and the blue water, my love has become a sad and sorrowful one. I am still the pink lady in the Book of Songs with a red veil tonight! Lang, let me love you with all my tenderness in this life! Let me go through words and literature with you. Let me write with you about the oiled paper umbrella, Rainy Lane, Twenty-four Bridges, the banks of willows, Jiangnan and Saibei, the desert and the wind and smoke walk through that alley, cross that street, and hold up that umbrella. < P > I have been looking for your trace in the words and describing the appearance of loving you. I must smell the fragrance of words before I can sleep peacefully. I put those words on my pillow like Barbie dolls held in my girlhood! Dear, do you think I am a very chic little woman? You know, I have to write every day, just as I have to love every day.
Because I know that you like my words as much as you love me, I will make myself gentle in my words, so that you will love me more, right? Do you know, at this moment, I am kissing your words just like kissing your forehead and cheeks, which makes me fall asleep in a low-grade position.