I will look at you affectionately and wander in the beautiful romantic moon. Night, loneliness, when I miss you, I want to get drunk with a glass of red wine. When I am drunk, how can a glass of red wine make me fall into a deep dream? Miss your night, it is so dark and endless. Loneliness, erosion into the bone marrow; Sadness, rippling in the heart lake; Miss, spread in my mind. What can I do to forget you? What do you want me to do to say goodbye to the wonderful time with you? What do you want me to do to stop asking for a new relationship with you?

Sad silently in the dark, wandering alone in the dark, begging for dawn in the dark. Sleepless nights, miss you, miss you, or miss you. Can the years give me a feeling of forgetfulness, so that I won't cry all my life? Miss your night, the stars are shining for me, the moon is shining for me, and cicadas are singing for me. Miss you, look at the stars, and the stars become you; Miss you, look at the moon, the moon is you; Miss you, listen to cicadas sing, and you are all in the song.

Night, silence. Empty world, dark world, lonely world. Those mountains and rivers, flowers and trees have become quiet and affectionate. Vaguely, vaguely shed tears at night. A feeling is hard to give up; A kind of fate, difficult to gather and easy to disperse; A miss, deep in the ocean. Tears are hazy, the starry sky at night is so gorgeous, the fireworks at night are so bright, and the lights at night are so bright. However, they are swaying in my eyes, like a romantic moon submerged in water, like a dim light reflected in the water, wrinkled by the breeze.

A person's night is too long, which makes people feel like a century. Without your company, the dazzling stars look so dim; No matter how gentle the moon is, it looks so cold; No matter how charming the fireworks are, they look so lonely. Do you know that the sadness in my heart is like the cry of a swan? Do you know the pain in my heart, if Chang 'e is not happy in the moon palace without WU GANG? Do you know that my heart is desolate, like a cowherd and a weaver girl separated by the Milky Way in Wan Li? I want to see it, but I can't see it?

How sad is the night? I am Li Qingzhao, who has lost my lover and is sad in melancholy Song Ci. I am Tang Wan, deeply missing Lu You, leaving in a tortuous love story; I am the concubine of Farewell My Concubine, lamenting in one war after another that disturbs me. Infatuated for love, hurt for love, confused for love, suffering for love, moved for love, missing for love, tangled for love, sleepless for love, hateful for love, gentle for love, dressed for love, lingering for love, crazy for love.

Miss your night, too gentle. Read your name over and over again; Gently draw your face on the paper over and over again; Close your eyes again and again and show it to you again and again. Where is love? Love is in my eyes, in my mind and in my heart. Day and night, get along with each other day and night, and every minute, I live in the tenderness of thinking about you. Love, where are you going? Why did you leave me and take my soul? Why did you leave me and take away my tenderness like water? Why did you leave me and deeply planted my feelings?

Miss you, not frivolous, but unforgettable; Missing you is not a dream, but a grave; Miss you, not a sickle, but the ends of the earth. How I think, you are my Guo Jing and I am your Huang Rong; How I think, you are my Yang Guo, and I am your little dragon girl; How I want to, you are my Zhang Wuji and I am your Zhao Min; How I think, you are my Ling Huchong and I am your Ren Yingying; How I wish that you were my Duan Yu and I was your Wang Yuyan.

I miss you hopeless. Day after day, live in your story, live in your mood, live in your face. I want to forget you wholeheartedly, but I can't escape; Wholeheartedly, I want to escape from my persistent yearning for you, but I can't forget it; Wholeheartedly, I want to seal you up, but I can't help but miss you; I wholeheartedly want to exclude you from my life, but I can't get rid of your flowers in my heart; I want to throw you out of my soul wholeheartedly, but I can't pick the fruit you planted in my heart.

If life is an unbeaten flower in life, then love is the most beautiful bloom in life. Love is short-lived, but it still makes people watch in the dim light; Love is short-lived, but people miss it for a century in their hearts; Love is short, but it fascinates people; Love is short, but people are willing to pay for it and sacrifice for it; Love is short-lived, but people can't help being loyal to it; Love is short-lived, but people give up gold and silver jewelry, fame and fortune for it.

Love is the most loyal servant of mankind, and people are willing to give up the sun, the moon and mountains for it, travel all over the world for it, and sacrifice their youth and beauty for it; Willing to endure the merciless scolding of relatives for it; Willing to give up fate and future for it; Willing to be stupid about it; Willing to be independent, "the mountains have no edges, the world is close, and the vows are eternal"; After that, the horse is the leader; Willing to give up the most precious life and honor for it.

Miss you, in the most affectionate night. On the rainy night with you, you gently stroked my hair, you looked at me fondly, and you cared for every inch of my skin with warm lips. We are compatible and love each other. I used my first night to keep our promise. The blush on that handkerchief is the chastity you want to see most. Love you, right or wrong; Love you without hesitation; Love you, in the burning passion of youth.

Love to fly, love to add. Our love blooms in midsummer night. That pool of thyme, that pool of lotus pond moonlight, that pool of moonlit stars. Strong feelings spread in the moonlit night; Charming romance drifts away in the moonlight; Sweet kisses under the starlight are fragrant. You hold my hand, I lean on your shoulder, and we are bathed in the most beautiful mountains and rivers in the world. We are like Romeo and Juliet, guarding our love with each other's lives; We are like butterfly lovers, defending the loyalty of love with the most poignant ending.

I think that every year, every month, every minute, you will stay by my side and love me for the rest of your life; Protect me from sadness and pain with the truest feelings; With the truest love, escort my life. I don't know, are you too affectionate or too heartless? You will dedicate your sincere vows to other flowers, but a year later, you will leave my lotus and run for the red rose that everyone loves.

You once said that I am the Zhu Shazhi in your heart, and I know your tenderness, your talent, your ambition and your tenderness. You once said that I am a part of your body and a part of your life. I am a pure and elegant lotus in your heart, emerging from the mud, colorless, clear and waveless. I am your Athena, born to love and born to love, fighting for love. I am the holy lover in your heart, and you always look up at me with a smile.

Unfortunately, this relationship will come to an end. Tonight, I miss you, wandering in an infinitely beautiful romantic month. Miss you, miss you, or miss you deeply. This beautiful fate, this deep affection and this yearning will always be the most precious memory, the most fragrant flower and the most gorgeous and charming fireworks in my life.

Second, the night is misty, missing in the mountains and rivers of love.

The night is like a dream, unaccompanied, sitting on the sofa, a glass of red wine with a movie, seemingly seeing through the world of mortals, is actually inner loneliness. Will you get drunk in the middle of the night when you are far away? Who is in the country of love and who is missing? Who is in the dream and who is not drunk? Lonely night, who is imagining with whom? In the happy country of love, you are the only one for me.

Honey, where are you at this time? Are you on the verge of pain like me? Miss the wind, gently blowing, blowing through my soft hair. At this time, wind, please bring your thoughts to you. Love is in my dream, love is in my heart, dear, will you dream, love and think of you like me? The breeze slowly echoed in my ear, blowing your deep and beautiful attachment to me.

All along, you have been in my heart, that acacia bean, held in my hand, is your eternal temperature. Xiangsidou, Xiangsidou, I will burn your red color in my heart in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It is like a fire, melting your love into blood drops, and melting the most affectionate and vital energy into my eyes, heart, mind and life.

A night of lovesickness, a drop of tears. Love is deep and homesick. I wonder, are you as lonely as me on this intoxicating night? There is nowhere to hide the thoughts in your heart. Honey, what should we do? How I miss every minute, every moment, day and night, and every year with you.

Time flies like water, and the water keeps flowing. My love for you is endless. The acacia beans in my hand, through the hazy tears, seem to be your heart beating in front of my eyes. Honey, do you feel my hot tears? Do you feel my melting heart for you? Do you feel how lonely my heart is without you? Do you feel that I miss you for a long time?

Cinnamomum camphora remains, and time is running out. Youth is a beautiful season. You turned locust beans into bracelets and put them on my wrist. You said, I am your acacia bean, beautiful, passionate and youthful. Acacia bean is the witness of our love. You have a circle in your hand, and so do I. Hand in hand, we are walking in the season of blooming youth. We skip class together, run in the rain together, and linger in the world of flowers together.

The first love in the flower season is often the purest, craziest and most shy. We swim happily in the sea. Walking on the beach, we chase and fight, pick up shells, fish and catch crabs. We build a castle out of sand. You make a wish. When you grow up, you will buy me a castle, a castle that the princess deserves. You said you would go to France when you grew up, and you would buy the whole manor and grow grapes and make wine with me.

Youth, for me, is the best and saddest memory. In the beautiful summer of seventeen or eighteen, we often go sightseeing, where there are many beautiful memories. The grass along the banks of the Qingqing River exudes fragrance. In the mountains, the wind blows my hair, you say, it smells good. Waterfalls, waterfalls, you say, it's like my long hair, thick and silky. Flowers, colorful, you say, like my smile.

Time, gone forever, can't take away those warm and sweet memories. Those mango trees on campus have golden flowers. You said you would pick them for me when they were mature. Although small, it is fragrant and sweet. The pond on campus is full of graceful lotus flowers and lotus leaves in the field. Bees are flying on the lotus. You say you are a bee and a butterfly, and I am a fragrant lotus. You are attracted by my fragrance and beauty.

Youth, how unforgettable, how beautiful and how pure. In those vague feelings, we realized what is the most romantic and reserved love. Now, we are all adults. The mountains and rivers that I walked together as an adult, the ends of the earth that I have been to, the ups and downs that I have experienced, the flowers and plants that I have seen together, the romantic lavender, the white and delicate jasmine, and the light and flying snowflakes all make me always remember in my heart.

The night is boundless, and a glass of red wine is enough to make me slightly drunk. Miss you, miss your reluctant eyes when you leave; Miss your tearful eyes when you leave; I miss you stroking my hair with your hand when you left; Miss your tight and warm hug; Miss your affectionate kiss on my forehead; I miss you telling me to take care of myself; I miss the delicious dinner you cooked for me when you left.

I miss you at night. I'm worried about whether you eat on time, take care of yourself, go to bed early, don't tire yourself out, drink a glass of red wine and watch a movie on weekend nights, just like me, relieve loneliness and relax yourself. Actually, I know how it feels to be alone. A glass of red wine makes me ecstatic and reminds me of the past; It breaks my heart again, because I miss you forever.

How I want to hear your rich and affectionate singing, gentle and warm. At this time of night, the yard is full of all kinds of wild flowers, and the breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers is light or strong, which reminds me of our childhood when we met, our sweet and hazy flower season, our vigorous youth, and our battles, daily necessities, vinegar tea, ordinary and warm years.

Sing me a love song gently. In this song, there are beautiful years for you and me. You looked at me with affectionate eyes, the chain made of acacia beans that you jumped for me, the heartfelt smile I gave you by the lotus pond, the gloves and towels I sewed for you, the sunscreen you put on me in summer, and the simple and healthy dishes you prepared for me.

Sing me a love song gently. I will wait for you from morning till night, from the beginning of the month to the end of the month, from spring to summer, from flower to flower. I am waiting for you in the summer time, in the night when the summer breeze blows slightly, and in the faint fragrance of flowers floating in the yard. Waiting for you, gently sing a love song for me, from night to dawn. From then on, in the night without your company, I no longer drown my sorrows in wine, and I am no longer lonely and miserable. Because, I miss those sweet and ordinary days in the past and think of your deep and affectionate voice. I think the song you sang for me must be the most beautiful. In the song of love, I can see the most magnificent years.

Third, I still miss you. It's still early.

Late at night, I was drunk in red wine. Miss you, miss you, but can you be in the distance, like me, intoxicated in the dreamlike past? Lying on the sofa with a glass of red wine, half drunk and half awake. The stars, twinkling, seem to tell me that you miss me in the distance. My heart is full of thoughts as long as the night, and my mind is full of your beautiful image.

Miss the same, the night is still early. In the country I love, you are the only one for me, and you are the most beautiful scenery in my life. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the yard. These flowers are red, white, pink, yellow and purple. All kinds of flowers, colorful, colorful, as many as dozens. And you, like these flowers, are full of flowers and colorful.

At night, I was drunk, so that you could live in my heart and cherish it forever. You are this glass of red wine, which makes people ecstatic and can't put it down. In the country I love, only you deserve this glass of red wine. It is so pure, just like your red cheeks. On a midsummer night, only you deserve the flowers in the yard. These flowers are bright and fragrant, as if they were made by you.

On this starry night, I came to the yard and drank with the stars. The twinkling stars seem to be your eyes. Twinkling stars. Your eyes are bright and flashing, showing kindness, purity, smile and love for me. At this time, I look at the stars like I look at your tearful eyes.

The midsummer wind blows gently, like your gentle hand, gently writing on my skin. I still remember that summer, Xia Feng blew the wind gently, blowing your shiny black hair. I reached out and touched your hair, and you stuck out your tongue and smiled mischievously. I smiled and said, "If only our daughter could grow such bright black hair." .