The world is full of flavor, the moon and the milky way, the romantic sunset, and your * * * degrees.
Everyone is an island and can decide his own exile; When you encounter wind and rain, your heart will not open, and your worries will last for a long time, until one day, you encounter the sunshine.
On the train of youth, if you want to get off early, please don't wake me up, let me sleep until the end and pretend not to know that you have left.
Only your brilliance can be like a mist over the mountains, like a serenade brought by the wind from the strings of a quiet world, like a moonlight shining on a stream.
Summer belongs to prose and lemon, to nudity and laziness, to the eternal laziness of the imagination about returning, to the rare flute and barefoot, and to the twisted sheets in the bedroom in August and the salt on Sunday.
I have seen Spring Breeze Miles, and the summer solstice has not yet arrived. I have tried Qiu Guang, and I like the warm sunshine in winter, but none of them can reach you. I want to see you.
The setting sun was submerged in the clouds, the milky way slipped into the sea, and the moonlight was scattered in the forest. It's time to walk hand in hand with you in this romance.
You are like the dew that I secretly kissed when I was young. From then on, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the servants come and go, which is not only my tears, but also my lake.
You are half my poem, and no one is allowed to change a word.
I am the evening star that warms your cuff, but when I shake it off, I didn't mean to carry the spring breeze.
When I like to come, it's actually not that grand. Just a breeze, two bowls of light tea. Three-point spring scenery is overwhelming and the fields are brightly lit. I miss you for five or six moments, and my heart is so flustered.
If we don't love each other, I don't know what summer is good for.
I am like an island on the far shore of the deep sea, with dark and broken stars burning in the nebula and Bai Niao with broken wings.
The universe is a glass bottle filled with fireflies. I came to you with the stars on my back. My universe has hidden countless gentle planets for you.
Walking all my life, the breeze is comfortable, and I have a pearl that shines on mountains and rivers.
The elephant's little spark, bending down, is also the ant's whole sun.
I think, in this world, although there is no best meeting, there should be the best effort to meet or reunite.
Don't be confused, don't fall in love. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. Okay, then.
People refuse to say goodbye until they have exhausted all their expectations.
The world is full of flavor, the moon and the milky way, the romantic sunset, and your * * * degrees.
Everyone is an island and can decide his own exile; When you encounter wind and rain, your heart will not open, and your worries will last for a long time, until one day, you encounter the sunshine.
On the train of youth, if you want to get off early, please don't wake me up, let me sleep until the end and pretend not to know that you have left.
Only your brilliance can be like a mist over the mountains, like a serenade brought by the wind from the strings of a quiet world, like a moonlight shining on a stream.
Summer belongs to prose and lemon, to nudity and laziness, to the eternal laziness of the imagination about returning, to the rare flute and barefoot, and to the twisted sheets in the bedroom in August and the salt on Sunday.
I have seen Spring Breeze Miles, and the summer solstice has not yet arrived. I have tried Qiu Guang, and I like the warm sunshine in winter, but none of them can reach you. I want to see you.
The setting sun was submerged in the clouds, the milky way slipped into the sea, and the moonlight was scattered in the forest. It's time to walk hand in hand with you in this romance.
You are like the dew that I secretly kissed when I was young. From then on, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the servants come and go, which is not only my tears, but also my lake.
You are half my poem, and no one is allowed to change a word.
I am the evening star that warms your cuff, but when I shake it off, I didn't mean to carry the spring breeze.
When I like to come, it's actually not that grand. Just a breeze, two bowls of light tea. Three-point spring scenery is overwhelming and the fields are brightly lit. I miss you for five or six moments, and my heart is so flustered.
If we don't love each other, I don't know what summer is good for.
I am like an island on the far shore of the deep sea, with dark and broken stars burning in the nebula and Bai Niao with broken wings.
The universe is a glass bottle filled with fireflies. I came to you with the stars on my back. My universe has hidden countless gentle planets for you.
Walking all my life, the breeze is comfortable, and I have a pearl that shines on mountains and rivers.