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Dear, the world of mortals is long, and mountains and waters are long. Where do you know? You and my soul are my companions, flying all the way. Why don't you let me sing a song about wine and remember the leisurely flight of Liang Zhu into a butterfly?
You are the wind and I am the sand. The past is like smoke. The best thing in the world is that when you like someone, another person also likes you. Dear, is this beautiful poem for you and me?
In the accompanying days, I repeatedly recited Zhang Ailing's love poem: Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In the endless wilderness, there is nothing earlier or later. Right, there's nothing else to say but ask softly, oh, are you there, too? How elegant!
That year, Meihua Sannong accompanied you to wait for the wind; In those years, Wan Li's dusty accompanied me home. You and I are tied together for thousands of miles, and we are dependent on each other. No wonder that day, the sun was shining thousands of miles high and the geese returned to the sky. It can be seen that there is love in heaven, just to prove that I am looking for you. The vast sea of people, you are waiting for me!
Love is endless, and the past is like smoke. A leopard cannot change his spots! So I know the world of mortals, what is "crossing the boat for a hundred years, sleeping with the pillow for a thousand years". The misty rain and the world of mortals, I cherish the blessed marriage more: I will stay at the origin all my life, waiting for love, loving forever and ever! Dear, let me song for you: You are the wind and I am the sand. Let me splash ink to make you fragrant: I love you in this life, and I will wait for you in the next life!
You are the wind, I am the sand, the world is long and affectionate, and it is home. Dear, in the days of separation. You listen to the rain at the window and miss you like silk; The moon cries and there is a heart.
A person, listening to the breeze dancing in the moonlight, watching the rain and butterflies falling in the flowers. Like a red candle in a high hall, it burns to ashes. A 15-month-old moon has been singing for more than ten years, shining on my hometown and the border. How much love, accompanied by children crying, acacia tears double line; How much love, with the light drag, lonely and sleepless. How many times will the dream pass, and I will be happy in the dream. How many times has the rooster crowed on the pillow, and it's sad to wake up! Whose tears can't be covered by long years? Only you and I will remember. Like smoke, the army has lost its weight. Whose idea? It's just you and me. The days are long, and the affection is hard to hide. In a corner of the sea, tears gush at the thought of the tangent point!
Hongyan handed the book and wrote down your sobs; An urgent telegram burned my concern. Standing guard, I think of the misery of the weaver girl; When the cradle is asleep, you often think of cowherd and lonely people. Who cares about soldiers on the border? Honey, do you know why my daughter is called Yue Ming? Because, I keep asking the sky: When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. The bright moon sends acacia thousands of miles away!
You are the wind and I am the sand. It is better to walk around the world of mortals day and night. Dear, the years are long. We crossed the wind in Jidong, crossed the rain in Qilu, and pursued family reunion all the way.
Although the night sky is still the fifteenth moon, the boundary is still a mountain peak. Now, we are a combination of piano and harp, and the family has spent a lot of time together. Don't worry about ink marks any more, express your feelings through poems, and let these sad poems become yesterday's stories:
Liu, I miss you under the tree.
Maihuaxiang, I miss you on the ridge.
When the persimmon is ripe, I miss you in the garden.
Snowflakes are fluttering, and I am waiting for you outside the eaves.
I have a butterfly kite in my hand.
Not waiting for the wind, just waiting for you.
Honey, when will you come again?
Now, you and I write a picture of love and hold hands with each other. We have every reason to take a nap. Shout out: if the relationship is long-term, then stay here all day long!
Dear, in the past, you gathered together to leave and tasted the sufferings of the world. Now I am with you day and night, walking around the world of mortals. Let me hold your hand and smile. With a ray of warm sunshine of love, I am a stranger to you, waiting for flowers to bloom. Sing a song, you are the wind, I am the sand, lingering in the horizon. Seeing the vicissitudes of life makes your life worse than death.
You are the wind and I am the sand, wandering around the world and watching the rosy clouds side by side. Time flies like a poem, and years like a song. Fog and rain will change, but emotions will not move. Dear, with the world of mortals. You and I can live a rainy day and travel around the world with flutes and swords. From then on, let our beloved spread all over Qian Shan.
Find a paradise to live in, watch butterflies fly in the morning and watch Ziyan return at night. Spring flowers bloom and autumn birds sing. Feed a group of chickens and ducks to strangers. When butterflies fly, raise whips and sing pastoral songs lightly. Take a sheepdog and eat grass in spring. If my heart is clean, I will carry water to water your garden. Hungry and tired, or green vegetables to cook porridge, or green plums to cook wine. You hold porridge fragrance in your hand, I talk about wine, you are happy!
Azaleas that make happiness everywhere. Peach blossoms in mountain temples and flowing water in small bridges. Take Yi Chan and smell it. Poetry and painting, and singing. The moon in Teresa Teng represents my heart, singing that you are my little apple ... You and I, after watching the five mountains flowing, row a blue boat into the West Lake to enjoy the lotus. Enjoy the crystal clear dew, lotus fragrance; Dream of flowers and streams. When you are in a mood, you can "open a beach of gulls and herons" with Li Qingzhao!
Dear, you are the wind, I am the sand, lingering around the world … Standing on the Great Wall of love, you and I watch the rosy clouds side by side …
Postscript: You are the wind, I am the sand, wandering around the world. I envy Qiong Yao's talent, as well as Erkang and Wei Zi's singing skills. I've always wanted to find a poem like this for my wife, but after reading Baidu, it's hard to find one that satisfies me. So, according to this beautiful melody, I wrote this article for my wife with tears. You are the wind and I am the sand. ...