The expression of affection is a diligent mail ship.
Acacia emotion is a heavy letter.
The cool summer breeze makes it more or less gentle and warm, and puts a brand-new mark on the blue letter lips. We read it, we have read it, and we met on a summer night after dusk.
In the distance, the river is flowing and waves are pouring out of the willows.
Outside the window, the swaying phoenix tree is swaying with a heavy figure, and the graceful bamboo is trembling with a slim and beautiful image.
In the window, a crooked yellow shadow of candlelight shines on our hazy green shadow.
Far away, footsteps on the slate road are sonorous, street lights are shining in the street in a hurry, attractive clothes in nightclubs, and blockbusters in cinemas.
On the bridge, some people looked up at the stars, some people looked down at the flowing water, some people put gentle steps on the bridge railing, and strings of purple morning glory hung on the white railing.
In the window, the silk is swaying gently on the soft waves, the autumn waters in Ming Che often meet, the piano of hope is playing freely, and the ideal song is singing heartily.
Perhaps, the beautiful embrace of lovers under the river bank has turned into clusters of new green, reflected in the clear water.
Perhaps, the passionate hands in the ballroom upstairs turned the disco intoxicating in the moonlight.
Perhaps, the arms on the road turn into green vines, full of autumn Schisandra.
Perhaps, under the starlight, a long guitar playing and singing, a sweet kiss, nourish a string of exotic flowers and plants.
However, "I love you" will always be a shy village girl and never become a monk.
Oh, we tie a sensible grass to the heart of love, green and thin, very green and very green.
A breeze brushed our faces, messed up our hair and brushed our skirts. We are awake. We are the peach blossom water in March, crystal clear and crystal clear, without indulging in the falling rain.
My heart is dancing wildly, and books are charming little bands.
"If a swallow spreads its soft wings and flies in the high blue sky?"
"Then I am an affectionate pigeon keeper."
"If Bashan is the Milky Way in those nine days?"
"The waves of the Han River are the magpie bridge in July."
"If March is like a cloud?"
"Then she is the water spirit."
"When winter comes, a maple leaf falls into tears?"
"Winter goes and spring comes early."
"Yanzi flew to the north and didn't want to go home?"
"Well, here is a primrose forever."
"In the distance, will you forget that white cloud?"
"Look, how many moons are walking in the vast sea of stars?"
The clouds drifted to the other side of the mountain, and the stars opened their eyes with envy.
Grey pigeons crow on this side of the mountain, and orioles promise on that side.
The night is long gone.
The midnight wind opened the door: it's time to go back!
"Then let's go, let's go, let's go ..."
"Go home?"
"Go home!"
"That ... that ... that ..."
The crystal dew on the roadside grass tip was intoxicated in the evening breeze, and they were dreaming sweet dreams. They never want to wake up.
Our hearts are more awake, and our eyes can see that on the endless Yuan Ye, piles of mountain fires are getting brighter and brighter like lights.
Chapter two: think far.
Gently left, you left with sadness, you left with sadness. At that time, the wind and rain floated down, the dusk filled, and the chrysanthemum petals fell one by one.
Remember, the local train crushed a spring dream in March;
The hurried morning breeze moistened our faces;
The rapid whistle twisted two hearts.
However, there is no sound in the river, only silence.
Coincidence, eyes!
Kiss, heart!
Nod, goodbye!
Let's go, wheel.
Beautiful Swallow, you have gone far away. Will you forget your hometown in your new nest far away?
Is the willow in the distance as long as my hometown?
Is the running water in the distance as clear as my hometown?
Is the air in the distance as fresh as my hometown?
Does the osmanthus in the distance have the fragrance of hometown?
Is the peach blossom in the distance as bright as that in my hometown?
Is the distant paulownia as straight as home?
Is the distant moon as bright as my hometown?
Do the distant stars have the amorous feelings of their hometown?
Oh, distant swallow, I am your hometown.
People say that the Toona sinensis here is not long, the river tide is not long, and Bashan is not long.
But I always feel that the days are too long, the nights are too long and the dreams are too long.
Dusk passed, midnight passed and dawn came. I, a lonely shadow, stand on the grass and look up at the starry sky.
The vast Milky Way, many, many stars, countless stars, there is always the brightest one.
Looking up at the sky, my eyes rolled down two stars.
Staring at the starry sky, the sky is thick.
Ah, hello, my star.
The cold wind makes me cool, Xia Feng steams me, and the autumn wind annoys me to death.
You are a spring rain, nourishing my soul, soothing my thoughts and nourishing the moss in my heart.
In June, weeds grow wildly, in August, lion chrysanthemums are golden, and in winter, red plums are covered with frost.
But I will always remember your beautiful image, fragrant hair and watery eyes!
However, the memory boat carrying you and me is always swaying, and there is no place to anchor?
Swallows flew from afar and brought a green letter. My trembling hands don't know how to open it.
I opened it in a panic and read it in a hurry. The mountain wind blew, the stars jumped, the bright moon turned, the sky was wide and round, the air was particularly fresh, and the glow penetrated the dark clouds.
You must cherish the tenderness on your lips, right? Why am I so intoxicated?
You must have shed tears on the envelope, otherwise, why is my heart so cold?
You must have dissolved the laughter in the stationery, but my youthful face really bloomed with a beautiful rose.
Ok, close it quietly and keep it in your heart. Really pure and beautiful!
Write to you, forever, of course, a long letter, and a sweet kiss in the room.
Yes, a seed has been planted in our fertile heart. Let her bathe in the spring breeze and bloom brilliantly.
Chapter 3: Waiting
A seedling, a lonely seedling in the wilderness.
Hot air grinds delicate stems, and the sun bakes thin green leaves. Raise your head, open your hands, wait for the rain, wait for the gentle rain.
Like smoke, clouds gather together and are blown away by the wind; If the breeze of the water stops on the forehead and slips away quietly.
Warm and gentle rain can't fall for a long time, oh, boundless beach.
I don't want to be that seedling.
I don't want to be a seedling on the beach.
I am a young plowshare, and you are an industrious earthworm. We Liqi people use hard work, sweat, rain and sunshine to cultivate the land. We harvest together, laugh together, get excited together, party together and be happy together.
Plough, we cultivate a youthful vilen.
Earthworms, we put young land.
Standing on the top of a high mountain—
With a sweet heart, attract the bees you love.
Water the seedlings you miss with sincere rain.
The rain in my heart moistens the cool spring breeze and stirs up a happy heart. Oh, come here, Swallow, let's make a nest together.
No, now is not the time to build a nest.
No, let's keep flying. Let's fly.
Tempered in the wind.
Knock in the rain.
Build the cornerstone of the ideal and the building of the cause.
When the waves swept the river away forever.
When the wind blows away the white sails of love.
When your heart no longer belongs to me, take another heart with you.
When you stop crying with me, laugh with me and travel with me.
I won't regret it or hate it.
I will tell you that love is dedication, love is understanding, love is tolerance, and love is love.
When you find the best trajectory, when you put your gentle arm around another powerful arm and walk on the broad road of life, girl, I won't be jealous, I will use my warm eyes-
Bless you!
Bless you!
Then, I took a strong step and threw off my persistent arms.
I go my way.
I have my direction.
I will tell you with the same strong body: "Girl, I am also very happy!" " "
Yes, life is a long way, and so is love. Waiting is a bridge for Mu Feng to bathe in rain.
I firmly believe that:
If you learn to work hard, you learn to wait.
If you learn to wait, you learn to reap.
Oh, it's far-
Oh, forever and ever, away from-