The best love is that you happen to come and I happen to be there, which is the joy in my heart and the completion of your brow poem; The stars in your eyes light up the rest of my life.
Even love at first sight extends to Fanghua, loving you for thousands of years and holding hands for thousands of years.
After several chapters, the road was full of wind and smoke. Jinse string, carved two lingering. I will spend my life in your poems and paintings at night, and I will spend my life missing the bright moon.
Qian Zhongshu: "I'm not engaged yet."
Jiang Yang: "I don't have a boyfriend either."
There is always someone who will make you forgive the past; There is always someone who makes you feel that all the waiting has an end; There is always someone who makes you feel that all the trivial good and bad before are paving the way for this day.
About that encounter, you will write down every pious brush stroke in your memory, which will be the most beautiful picture for the rest of your life, with a touch of wind, grass, joy in your brow and a touch of throb in your heart.
When I meet you, I suddenly feel that the rest of my life is very long, and I can talk a lot and do a lot of favorite things together.
I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk wine in many places, but I have only loved one person who is just right in age.
Zhang Ailing: I thought that love could fill the regret of life. However, it is love that creates more regrets.
No matter how many regrets love leaves, we still can't extricate ourselves from falling in love again and again, and still leave romantic stories on every page of life.
Open a book that has been dusty for many years, and you will see yellowed bookmarks, or dry grass, or red leaves, full of romantic melancholy and regret, leaving a vow of eternal love behind, all of which are beautiful memories.
Love has regrets, deviations, pains and misses, but it is never right or wrong.
How many people put love into their bags in a hurry, picking it up all the way and losing it all the way.
Some people write love as Sanqu poetry, spring breeze pen and ink, and ink-colored old chapters, which are youthful plums and still beautiful women.
Others hide their love in their hearts and work hard with their souls, waiting for flowers to bloom season after season in the land of years.
Time is very quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old.
Meet someone gracefully, with a happy face, holding wine in the lake for ten miles, cooking tea in the shadow of misty clouds, facing each other in three inches of time, and dying in the world of mortals, as if everything was the same, as if the heart bloomed in the brow.
Light clouds come and go, time tilts, as if the heart is full of flowers, as if walking in a person's heart and walking out of a string of beautiful rhymes. The world is full of quiet years, full of joy and beautiful colors.
Since a person is allowed to generalize, he is willing to be generous all his life.
Old age begins at first sight and ends in old age. For the rest of my life, know each other, share happiness, measure the width of the world, and live for a long time.
How many flowers do you need in your eyes to give you a spring? How many regrets should be written on paper before the meeting can be held; How many times do I have to make a wish to a shooting star before I can understand each other? I don't know.
I only know that people who have never met will eventually meet; Good times will surely bloom in your brow; There is always someone, such as the wind blowing in March, who you are willing to treat with all tenderness.
Passing through your world: "I hope there is a person like you, such as the refreshing wind in the mountains and the warm light in the ancient city." From morning till night, from Shan Ye to the study, as long as it is you in the end, you will be fine. "
Maybe it's just empty talk forever, maybe the hoary head is just a day's wish, maybe the hand will eventually leave, maybe knowing each other is just an empty joy.
But I still want to meet a person who will grow old together, choose a city to grow old, and be an affectionate person who will last forever.
In the rest of my life, I will live a relaxed life with a shallow mind, waiting for a brilliant encounter like spring breeze and looking forward to autumn water.
On Tanabata, may you meet your lover and give you a happy city. Long song is warm and floating.
Tanabata, may you be loved all your life. Flowers are picked for spring in March, fireflies are dyed in summer in June, rice is picked in autumn in October, and snow is kissed in December.