Enthusiastic prose

Everyone has a dream, every dream has a window, and every window is a fleeting forgotten time. Luxury is the law of no solution, haunted by dreams. In countless days and nights, there is a love story, waiting for you to promise, waiting for your thoughts to meet. ......

Like a person, don't need more explanation, don't need more bedding, just heart-to-heart collision, suddenly, into an infinite cycle, from now on, like each other's love, affect each other's joys and sorrows, because that person is the source of the heartbeat, because the ups and downs of the blue waves are the sweetness of gentle days. Warm with emotional appeal, there are countless fragrant ink, leaving a small print, waiting for romantic fireworks, warm and sweet promises.

Fold a piece of icing on the cake, take a round of fragrant moonlight and add a colorful coat. Hui Xin is as clean as jade, horizontal small letters, one stroke after another, knowing the taste, the feeling of being just right, reading you to be pure and fragrant. Even in this thin and slightly cool autumn, I can raise a yearning smile. I am also used to putting my thoughts on the nearest waterfront, where I can carry them and have a rest.

I always believe that the distance between mountains and rivers is not far away, even if the wind is cold, there will be a gentle feeling in the air. Therefore, poor words are poetic, warm words are self-talk, full of hazy memories, which spread gracefully in the brow of every full moon. In the shadow of rainy days, through the fingers of time, thinking about your little things, all the past events are still calm.

Thought comes from feeling, and feeling comes from the initial heartbeat. The inner truth is wrapped in a tree scene. Under the acacia tree in my heart, countless colorful flowers are cultivated, so that red blooms and green grass grows. In a row, we set up a cabin of missing, waiting for the spring breeze to meet the homesick rain, and vividly show the classic of a city's rain. Stepping on the change of seasons, I will give you my dribs and drabs deeply, deeply engraved into green words, waiting for you with poetic rhythm, waiting for you to meet!

Familiarity, missing is an endless magic, silent, generating various shapes, intertwined, inseparable, unknown, unknown. No matter at that moment, a heavy rush came, sometimes straightforward, sometimes subtle and gentle. Overflowing a pot of feelings, wandering in the middle of the night, mentioning and whispering are all warm. What is buried deep in my heart is persistence, or the taste of knowing each other for many years, never changing and never leaving!

I have always thought so. With such a small courtyard, in the afternoon, the opportunity to meet will come to my pen, and Xu Xia will think about you endlessly. Sitting in the past with affection, twisting intoxicating tenderness, is just that you crossed the bridge, crossed the sail of reminiscence, got to know each other, and passed the' fleeting time' of the past. You are infatuated, swaying around and swaying.

Warm a pot of emotional appeal, and wait for the yearning to meet. Shui Ze, whose window sill is full of flowers and eyes are green, and her heart is close, will remember, speak poetry, be happy, wait for the snowy moon to meet elegance, and wait for her childhood to meet. We can embrace the river of time and get closer to the first and first sight. In that pure era, we have not talked about dispersion, nor have we been forgotten by the years. As snow as mud, eyes rippling, we can still be as warm as ever!

In a basin of emotional appeal, waiting for the satisfaction of yearning, holding flowers, folding the skirt of memory, and drawing the initial lovely appearance. Galloping thoughts, thousands of ups and downs, in this season and autumn, written brightly, or dazzling, or dim, are the wings of memory, and they are all expected to meet each other. ......

Warm a pot of love, and turn the expected wishes and tomorrow into melodious, dancing and poetic beauty. What kind of handwriting is scattered love flowers, read from the wind, and the warm sun of the season. Gently stepping on the fragrance of roses, weaving the warmth of meeting, deeply loving a dreamy alley. There are countless code words, and I write touching songs emotionally. I only wish the warmth between the lines, and the love promised will last forever!