Perhaps, in my sleepless dream, I will lift my long skirt, stand on tiptoe, turn into a butterfly where the smoke flows, dance in the golden sea of flowers in my hometown and fly lightly. ...
The continuous vanilla smell is like a spring rain, faint and silent. Just like a person's loneliness, it is a warm and blooming epiphyllum on a cold night, fragrant and fragrant alone. It's just that this heart hides a little bit of potential lofty, hiding the waiting and expectation hidden in the eyes. You said nothing, and I was speechless. This is sympathy in the dark and silent spring rain. ...
In the lonely earthly fireworks, there is too much helplessness and parting, but I always believe that you will wait for me not far away, accompany me to see the full moon and bright moon, listen to me and say that the peach blossoms in the garden are charming, and you will stubbornly keep that feeling in your heart. Needless to say, the company of the soul. Just a look, a warm heart, you can understand each other's thoughts. I put this palpable warmth in my heart until the flowers bloom and fall. Love is there and spring is always in my eyes.