"I love you, you are the wind, the fog, the poppy, but not the destination. I am happy, I am sad, I am lonely, and I can't stop following in your footsteps. The feelings you give are like counterfeit money, which only makes me deceive myself, dare not show off, and suffer every second! "
"If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort for many years;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other. "
"And she is a long-distance relationship, suddenly she said to break up. I started from Anhui, changed trains twice, and stood for more than 1000 kilometers before I got to Guilin, regardless of everyone's dissuasion. Everyone says she's seeing someone and won't be with you. I don't believe it. It was not until I saw other men send her home, which was very affectionate that I told myself that I was coming to eat Guilin rice noodles. "
& lt "What is a Word?"
"When I was in high school, a classmate was addicted to the Internet and often climbed over the wall in the middle of the night. One day, he climbed over the wall as usual, turned to the middle and ran back, looking strange and asking nothing. Since then, he has studied hard and stopped surfing the Internet. The school rumored that he was a ghost. " Later, he was admitted to a prestigious school. Later, we asked him about it at a party. He was silent for a long time, smoking a cigarette and his eyes were red. He said slowly, that day, my father came to pay the living expenses, and he couldn't bear it, so he sat under the wall in the hotel all night.
No one knows why he made a scene in heaven. He fell in love with Guanyin. Just like a naughty boy wants a girl's attention. If she hadn't given the golden hoop stick, the old monk would have been killed by the stick when he recited the mantra. The golden hoop is tightened inch by inch, and the pain is not the head, but the heart. He can crush those monsters with one finger and pretend that he can't beat them to get close to her. Sometimes the south wind blows, and Bajie asks him why he is crying. He said that fireworks 500 years ago hurt his eyes. '