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To love
Whenever I enter the early autumn season, my thoughts will begin to wander. I stood on a hill and looked into the distance, but I couldn't look over the mountains. Strolling down the mountain, along the gurgling stream, Acacia set sail again. There are flowers all over the mountains, and the fragrance of flowers fills the emptiness of the fields.
When the wind blows through your hair, a feeling permeates your heart. I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city with you, enjoy a quiet and secular fame and fortune, copy and meet with a poetic pen, stir lingering thoughts with elegant piano music, listen to the emotion and write eternal memories.
I am not a romantic person, but I have a romantic heart. I always like to cook wine in the flowers, cooking my thoughts, taking stock of the past in my life, and trying to grasp the time that is not too old. I always want to give you a reminder from afar. Don't let the busy footsteps make your face aging, don't let the hurried footsteps crush the beautiful lines, let the encounter condense into a poetic edge, and print the memory on this harvest.
Holding a poem book full of memories, translate my heart into words and send my most sincere wishes. I know the memory of you will never wither. There were laughter and tears in the past. When the eyes shine on the fleeting road, I feel that your soul has never been far away, and you are silently watching me every night. I wrote a poem about the past, and the lines were full of idiots, so I didn't ask if all the efforts were worth it. Let tears wet my eyes and fall in love with the first meeting. Now I understand what is eager to wear. Don't write the end of time, don't promise that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, I shout from the bottom of my heart, hoping that one day, our wishes will blossom and bear fruit, and all fate will be complete.
The road is long, with you, my mood will be warm, red dust and purple stranger, and countless scenery. Only you are my real destiny. I believe that the day with you is spring. One look is enough, countless words, which ordinary people can't understand. This is a tacit understanding from the depths of the soul. In the days of holding hands, let all the pain fly, please let all the happy dreams spread every day, and enrich every moment with that thin pen. Even until the next year, we all faltered. At the moment when we looked at each other, we could still recall every classic moment. I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes for you, and you pulled out wrinkled clothes for me, which was silent and warm.
I have always believed that meeting in this life must have deep roots in previous lives. Maybe we made a promise in our last life that we would meet in this life. What about the afterlife? He must live a good life, from youth to old age, and never be separated again, okay? I have a wish in my heart for a long time. I will never allow things between you and me to dry up. I water them with my heart every day. You wrote the voice in my heart. I will accompany you to recall yesterday, enjoy today and look forward to tomorrow. We already have each other's answers about the future. Someone once said that distance is not the real problem, but the most important thing is two hearts, and winter is also spring.
There are too many reasons in the bustling crowd. Many people just pass by and disappear without a trace. A little memory is put in the clouds, but I often ask about you. Only when you and I meet will it be beautiful forever.
If you travel far, please take my heart. And the vibrant touch in my soul. Let my feelings turn into spirits and accompany you through mountains and rivers. Make your journey no longer lonely, and make your world wonderful. Meeting and knowing each other are all poems, and there is no need to use any gorgeous language to decorate them. You know what I know, that's enough.
The sound of falling rain, accompanied by intoxicating music, evokes many pink memories, silently waiting for you, and you said that if I never leave, you will live and die together, so I tell you that I would rather give up this world and meet the unknown ending with you.
Imagine the future, shake off the dust and step onto the stage of the years, and we will perform our own wonderful work. I know that there is no rehearsal in life, whether it is comfortable or helpless, I can only treat it with a normal heart. When I miss you, I will send you my thoughts. The geese in the distance will push away the haze of the years and land by your side. I will put the bud I miss in your palm, and a gust of wind will blow and bloom instantly.
Fate, you are very warm, how can you forget the most beautiful meeting, how can you forget your shallow smile, wearing a white shirt and holding your hair high, looking around, I wrote the most beautiful you into a poem, making the beautiful melody drunk into clear water and ashamed into sky blue, and I will accompany you in this life.
Dear friends
Standing on the waterfront, my eyes follow the dancing quicksand, and the story of how many encounters goes away. Let's not write clouds as sadness, let our thoughts pay homage to the fallen flowers, and write the past as poetry, shall we?
Walking in the secluded path, chrysanthemum petals began to fall, and it was very sad to watch it lose its color. Looking at the distance, I think of the encounter between people, and I don't know what words to use to describe it. Some memories are shallow and fleeting, while others are so deep that they dare not touch them easily for fear of losing their unique innocence.
When we meet in the sweet spring, we moisten our hearts. Meet, tears shed the world of mortals. When we meet, we cherish fate, because I know that fate is charcoal in winter and a touch of blue in the world. We missed thousands. We met at the right time. Tell me, are you okay? Like the spring breeze. You send me a poem, I will be moved for a few days, you shed a tear, I will be distressed for a few years, I care about that love, you appreciate that understanding, I don't want to be sooner or later, that moment is beautiful and destined to exist forever. I like the silent company and I can't wait to see it. You are the clear water, and I am the green mountain. I stare silently, stay with you for a long time, set each other off and enjoy this carefree world.
Sometimes, people who miss their friends are full of sweet smells. Some people don't need to say much, but they can treat each other sincerely at the critical moment. In a friend's heart, there is an invisible bridge, watching flowers and flowing water. Every time I leave, I just want to be good. The world of mortals is earthly, and everyone will be hurt. Pure friendship can remove the inner desolation. Meeting you is the pride of my life. I recite every name and remember every face. Every time I think of the happiness together, I can't help laughing.
In my spare time, I will turn every encounter into a touching poem and write you in the depths of my soul with a heavy pen. I will put your talent in the background of life, I will reconcile your mood and happiness, and I will leave every tear in the poetry of meeting.
Amber reflects a beating heart. How many people wrote touching poems for meeting, how many people shed sad tears for parting, but I was reluctant to write, for fear that my pale words would dilute the truth. Every sleepless day, I will lean against the window of the porch, look at the clouds in the sky, think of the road I have traveled, and think of those who accompany me silently.
Some people haven't seen each other for years, but their feelings remain the same. I don't know why, every scene together in the past has become more and more clear with the passage of time. The seasons change, the appearance changes and the world changes. Some people have gone far away. When I feel sad, I lean against the hedge and hear a greeting. What's the matter with you? Can you tell me something? I feel a long-lost warmth in my heart. It turns out that you have always been by my side, never far away. I know, this is a fate of life and death.
Friendship can warm the cold wind and make the wasteland of the soul full of green. Therefore, cherish friendship, enrich our world, let friendship accompany us for several years, erase that innocence, and remember romance on the street corner of fleeting time.
In one's life, it is rare to meet a bosom friend. If you meet them, you must make wine among the flowers, sing poems under the moon, smile at each other, and be silent and warm. If possible, I would like to turn into a teardrop, cling to your strings, turn into an affectionate poem, and bloom in your warm arms. You shelter me from the wind and rain, and I write books for you. Even if you have it instantly, you can enjoy life.
Accustomed to gathering less and leaving more. I want to say, cherish it, cherish every encounter, even if it is just passing by, look back and remember each other's faces, because life is really short, and it is better to spread friendship than to come and go in a hurry. I think, as long as you put your heart into it, the tree of friendship will rise to the sky sooner or later.
Things are like the wind, and there will always be scenery of one kind or another in the journey of life. Some people like silence, others like elegance, and I love persistence. I am glad that I have everything, and I will not treat my friends casually, and then I will interpret the sad thoughts in the article.
Treating some people without saying anything doesn't mean forgetting. If you put it in your heart, you will feel warm. When no one is around, you always hum that song gently. Love is you and me. I will always look through the chapters where we met, and I will always think of you inadvertently, thinking of oiling together and being humorous together. Although time goes by, I will remember everything about you and the bitter parting song.
People should learn to be grateful, to meet poetically, and to have a faint heart. I remember there is a saying that friendship is as light and fragrant as flowers, so let's write every bit in our diary, remember each other's goodness, and just want to be the eternal rhyme in your poems. I will melt your truth into my soul and your feelings into the sweetness of wine. No matter how things change, I always think of those who accompanied me.
Every time we meet, we will be immersed in ink, or treasured in our hearts, or embedded in poems, remember the way we came and stay away from the cold world. Let the ending of true love be beautiful, let the real meaning settle in the place where there is love, and some encounters are worth cherishing your life.
Let's walk hand in hand, abandon worldly helplessness, practice for sincere friendship, remember each other's every move, let our deeds last forever, and let our dreams fly. As long as the truth is always there, we will definitely look up to the sky.