I left Xiamen Island and bid farewell to the "sea garden" in the rippling blue waves. Many times, I stop just for a little yearning; I lay dying in the scenery of "the mountains are high and the water is long, the trees can't bloom in autumn and winter", there is no snow in ten thousand years, and flowers bloom all year round. Forgot a long-awaited relationship.
Remember, my affectionate confession is that I long for the nightingale to send you love. A person likes to sit quietly when he is lonely, and his mood will slowly sink into long thoughts. I am looking forward to it. My thoughts are connected with you, and I can write down my only love for you. Although my words are pale and dim, I wait for the passage of time with deep affection. Knock down the handwriting of each line slowly, and look for the shadow when you see it. Because of waiting, time is the source of happiness. ...
There are always some past events that will arise spontaneously with specific scenes, some are sentimental and some are sweet. I feel that the night is long, and the thoughts that live in my heart begin to flow like time. I will think of you in the promenade by the lake, with a slight long skirt and long hair fluttering; You and I are facing towering tall buildings and shady green willows, eager to pour into the crowd together in this life and throw warmth into this city.
If one day, you and I tie the knot hand in hand, I will not forget the traces of time, I will hold your hand in ordinary days!
The green leaves are close to the shore of spring, and there is warm sunshine in the cracks of the shoots, which will eventually wither and wither. After all, it will be very cold and heart-wrenching. In the days of fighting against the years, you will be old and I will be old. You can also have a long talk at night and sleep in a quiet old house! I am afraid to say goodbye to time, because the days waiting for you are happy, but I am worried.
A lot of love is a lingering feeling, like a long stream of water, plain and comfortable. Hug in the rain and fog; Sleep in the snow in winter. How I wish I could be silent or playful when I start over on the shallow side. Only the years with you have made me feel that spring is beginning to come. Let the feelings become beautiful and gradually enter the mood. The tenderness in memory is more joy. In this way, our life is enough!
My inner voice, sharing and listening with you, you told me that there will be many bumps in the future. In the changeable world, you firmly believe that I can block the wind and frost for you. And you told me with a firm belief. I don't know, because I know you will touch me on a touching day, and I long for happiness, simplicity and harmony. I always feel that the most fragrant place in the world is the tip of your hair. Close to my heart are your crystal eyes, and I embrace the realization of love.
I once boasted that I could keep company with flowers and birds and dance with mountains and rivers. I can whisper naturally, but my heart is old. After all, I am a sunrise youth. In the quiet world, a world of mortals is sinking and dancing happily, and your figure always flashes in the corner of your eye. The moment we met happily, it was a desperate hug from you and me, and your body melted into my heart. Yes, I am selfish in this love. I don't remember when it started. Maybe the rain curtain fell. I said, I want to turn you into rain and hold it in my hand without splashing! Can be full of comfort.
Life, in addition to ups and downs, is a daydream in old age. Looking forward to your gentle touch in the spring of love.
The shadow of flowers, the gathering and scattering of people. The moon is full of stars, but the moon is short. With the passage of time, I have become more enlightened and cherish my hazy feelings. I saw the green willows of the Ming Dynasty, which were flourishing. The red flowers in the sunset are dazzling. The beauty of this world is so enchanting and colorful that you still have a long way to go. I hope God will paint us the scenery along the way.
When two hearts are on the same track again, it is the realization of love.
When two hearts lose each other's protection, it is also the reality of love.
I'm waiting for you in the faint, and I'll go wherever you go. It's just, will you do that again?