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Drinking in the afternoon, leaning on the pillow is slightly drunk. Between dreams and waking, I believe the horse will control it. Tell you the secrets of the soul with breeze and running water. Speak like a sob and listen like a fool.
One speaks softly and the other listens quietly. Scholarly hut, few people come. Only roads and gardens with flowers are green.
Unfathomable loneliness, unfathomable spring.
We carefully sow love in the depths of Taoyuan.
A faint fragrance and a thin shadow. It's very humid this spring. Even the flowers smell damp, which makes people feel pity. We have so carefully carved the bleak days to perfection; Write ordinary fireworks as Leng Xiang.
The spring breeze is so amorous, as if there are thousands of arms, stroking you and me gently. In spring, words are condensed and the air is filled with flowers. I know, if you are not tempted, you will be unwilling.
Love, beauty, freedom and romance. It is what we want to pursue all our lives. We are like two children with cleanliness, wiping away all these years; Wash away all the troubles and wash it again. Until it is as clean and spotless as a Buddhist temple.
Shen Congwen said: I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person at the right age.
But he is not happy. In his long life, Zhang Zhaohe didn't really understand him. He wrote more than 300 love letters to Zhang, but only received one in his life.
I am very happy. Listening to your sweet words every day, the beauty of love flowing in the depths of the soul is far beyond words.
It's trembling, it's excited, and tears are swirling in its eyes, like sunshine floating on the water and spring breeze blowing among flowers. ...
Yu Dafu said: I used to whip a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear of being tired of beauty.
Afraid of your pain, afraid of your fatigue, the flowers are just right, the people are just right, after the storm, the ground is rotten ... cherish spring, afraid of its early return, and hope that time is getting slower and slower. ...
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You are the touch of goose yellow in spring, jumping on the branches of my heart. Since then, my life has been full of green. Make a pot of spring scenery and wait for you. We are together this spring.
Seeing swallows flying in the sky, I was pleasantly surprised. Should we also make a nest out of mud?
You build a nest with mud in your love hut every day. You are as happy as a mother swallow, just for my surprise when I return to the nest. Love is a kind of persistence. It is a common concern for each other, an ordinary stream of water, and meticulous care and cherish.
Every day is a flower when you are in love. Countless days, together, will be full of flowers. In a few days, it will be 520 days of acquaintance. Love is used to remember. 520, I love you! Carved on bones, melted in blood, printed in every cell, just because it is love in the depths of the soul.
I remember we just met that day. It was 165438+ 10/8. You and I hit it off at first sight. I said my Xiaoxiang beauty, and you said your Vancouver is also beautiful. I said that a beautiful heart will have beautiful scenery and will definitely write beautiful words.
One year, poetry is a skirt, prose is a skirt, and you are elegant and beautiful.
You are a woman with flowers on her skirt. Fragrant sleeves.
Lying on the bamboo, listening to the rain and looking at the white clouds. You said, wait for me under the cherry tree. Meet me and look at the ladder of love.
Cherry blossoms are in full bloom, thank you. This spring, there are only cherry blossoms in my heart and eyes. Under every cherry tree, there is a love story, either romantic or sad.
Only our most infatuation.
Across the distance of Wanli, across the waves of the Pacific Ocean, across the time difference between day and night. Different nationalities and identities have not stopped two loving souls at all. It turns out that true love is just that, but I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, the happiness of soul to soul, and the happiness of spiritual blending.
The spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you.
Lin said: You are a flower on the tree and a swallow on the beam. You are love, warmth, hope and April day on earth.
You are also my April day.
Pillow your breath, read your name, and then go to sleep. In the dream, cherry blossoms are romantic. ...
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April again, the most beautiful April day in the world.
Spring is the best time to dream. Although loving deeply means pain, I prefer this painful pleasure. Although it feels extreme and empty, we are addicted to this mirror.
Just take one more look in the crowd and you will remember me in your heart.
Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly or Zhuang Zhoudie? Perhaps, I am Zhuang Zhou and you are a butterfly. Like a dream, like an illusion. Unity.
There is a kind of warmth called companionship. You are here and I am here. Across Qian Shan, we still listen to each other's heartbeats and feel the spring in our hearts. It's still messy when you cut it. Lush mood, ecstasy of melancholy, a day of sight, such as across Sanqiu. Because I know, I cherish it more.
There is a kind of happiness called heartache. Pain is the warmth of happiness, a good time and deep love. You will wait for me. Will light a lamp for me and light my way home.
If one day, I lose my memory and forget everything, will you read the chapter of our love affectionately in my ear?
Gently, there you are. You promised me a thousand kinds of lovesickness, so gentle. You are the woman who knows me best and loves me most in the world. You are my other self.
You said: You are so lucky to meet me in this life! I know you best in the world. I am not only your lover, but also your confidant. I know your happiness and sadness, and I also know your loneliness and hesitation. Sharing every bit of life with me every day is the happiest thing in your life.
Time is like sand, I can't hold it, but the feeling is real. Love is illusory and always empty, but the heartbeat in my arms is real. A glance and an idea are eternal.
You, flowers bloom, just for the whole city. Leng Yan, charming. I came to find Xiang and wrapped you in love. I like your aloof, reserved, standing against the wind, and plain clothes standing like a beautiful plum blossom in my heart.
I said, you are my baby. You spoiled me and gave me ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings. You are the most beautiful god in the world. The days related to you, bud after bud, are engaged in memories. Approached, the fragrance wafted.
Green light, yellow roll. Endless desolate old dreams, endless affectionate gaze. Pour all the joys and sorrows into the hip flask and get drunk with you. Life is like a dream, and we are most obsessed. Who is the lover in the world? Feng Yue knows.
You are elegant, quiet and bookish. Like a fairy on earth, put out the fireworks on earth. I like your elegance and Zen, your kindness and madness, your simplicity and elegance. I like everything about you.
I'm used to thinking about you. Every moment, my heart is full of you. You too, even in the dream, we are all together. Missing is a tear that can't be hidden from the corner of my eye. If you touch it gently, it will start. The endless mountains are long, and the endless water is long. The sadness hidden in the text records your dreams and delusions, laughter and tears, beautiful love and sadness.
I rode through your kingdom in spring. You are a proud queen, but you politely opened the door for me to sow the seeds of love in your peach garden. Plant sunshine, peach blossoms, and that kind of plant called Jiaxu. I like to listen to the sound of rain and water in your peach blossom garden. ...
You said, go down to the dust and bloom for me. You pile up flowers all over the road with words, and build a nest of love with true feelings.
When I came, I saw many red flowers at the intersection, and every withered petal was my missing heart. When you walk lightly, you step on countless pains.
In this life, I am willing to commit a romantic crime for you, and I am willing to fight with you forever! Calling you softly: baby! You are still the imperial concubine who turned to smile, and there are hundreds of spells in the deep palace. I am still the most romantic king in the Tang Dynasty.