Sitting quietly in front of the computer and looking out of the window, missing at this time is like daydreaming. Missing under the moon, the hazy scenery is more likely to hook people's feelings of missing, and also set off the desolate beauty of missing. With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait. On the other side, I met you in the distance. Sunrise and sunset is a joyful song, and bloom Flower Falls is a beautiful poem. Stop your eyes in front of a flower, put your heart in a drop of dew, and keep that in your heart. Although the end of the world is far away, the heart is near, and there is no distance between fate and concern. Meeting is the most beautiful, knowing each other is the warmest.
Spring breeze knows what I mean. Spring is as deep as the sea. Yesterday, all kinds of things sneaked into my heart. Open the curtain of time, and the past clearly jumps out and spreads in the heart lake! For a moment, you melted into my heart. Along an Enron, let us meet by chance. From now on, I would like to follow the glimmer of Momoka, and let every joy fill your brow and every touch fill your whole heart. The ends of the earth in the mediastinum still embrace each other tightly, quietly waiting for those hearts to snuggle with the voice of * * * *. I am very happy to know each other and cherish an understanding. I will meet the most beautiful ones, which are laid out in every gap of life in the style of sunshine. According to each other's temperature, I carved a regretless love on the white paper of life! A warm encounter turned into a lingering attachment, which was a wonderful time.
The quiet night is long and the thoughts are boundless. I study ink attentively, melt my feelings into words, and use my drunken pen to draw dull notes, deep or shallow. Through the dust of the world, your years will be written into my poems, and I will do it and cherish it. Send the heart of a flower into the fleeting time, and be as silent as a flower with a blooming posture. Years are like the wind, blowing away the dream of prosperity, but your appearance has become the most beautiful vision in my life. Grind a pool of plain ink, draw a piece of paper safely, fly in the sky with your thoughts, miss you, you are in your heart; Miss you, you are here. There is love in the world of mortals, and there is nostalgia because of mutual pity. With laughter, it gives off a bright warmth in the fleeting time.
Love, dreams and bloom's Lightyear. The light words are fleeting and the heart is warm. There is always a little affection between the heart and the lake, and there is always a little love rooted in the soul, holding the' warm fragrance' gently in the years, and experiencing the graceful wind and light clouds in the plain years. Picking up the scenery all the way, quietly entering the palm of your hand, merging into a warm current, lingering in your heart, flowing tirelessly and tender as water. When love crosses the sky, it dances with you in the bustling tree. With the gentle breeze of the spring breeze, my thoughts will fly over the mountains and green waters forever, through the splendor of the season, lingering in my memory and reading gently at my fingertips. There is always some sadness flooding the bottom of my heart, and there is always some love taking root in my soul, calling your name, rejoicing your face, moistening your heart, moistening your eyes, beautifying the spring with that string of whispers, warming the years and your heart. Missing is like a gurgling spring, which flows forever.
As night falls, I sit every night with my thoughts. A little miss and warmth turn into spring flowers, which are gorgeous and colorful. Full of love in the moonlight, snuggling up to each other, feeling soft. Because of you, I expect, because of you, I am fragrant, because I know, I am persistent. Just for the love in my heart. A line of poems and paintings is also leisurely in ink, word by word, stroke by stroke, full of happiness. You gave me a unique emotion, lit up my life and bloomed. Continue a glass of peaches and plums, drink it forever, fall in love on a spring night in MengMeng, and make a vow in this life through the affectionate moonlight, so that you can never be with you again!
By the window, leaning against the bar, listening to quiet inside, slipping through the veins of the soul, tinkling a curtain of dreams. Every night, under the dull ink, I will touch all the words of love, string them into wind chimes, hang them on the threshold of memory and hug each other for warmth. Thousands of cups are drunk, flowers are blooming, and purples fall leisurely, instantly condensing into sweet hearts. My heart is on your shore. Qianshan Mountain is separated by water, maintaining an indifferent yearning and blooming silently. Look at the thousands of miles of delusion, gently flowing through your fingertips. Affectionate love comes one after another, shining with the sun and cooling with the moon. Kenichi Mochi, use my plain words to splash ink for you forever. I only hope that time is not old, and we will never leave!
Through the moonlight window, your familiar voice is in my ear. Suddenly, my mood is as quiet and beautiful as the night wind. In your eyes, I am graceful and restrained in four seasons. I miss you in a bend, and in the rhythm of red, fat, green and thin, I elegant my heart into pieces of agarwood. Because of appreciation, they approached each other; Because souls are similar, they know each other like mirrors; Because the heart is connected, I know; Because I know, I cherish. Love is in the bone, love is in the heart, safety and warmth go hand in hand, accompanied by the end of the world, fragrant as poetry, endless. Reading, from the beginning of understanding, into the heart, living in a dream, reading a warm pillow, gentle dream ripples. Don't ask, in the most beautiful years, meet the most beautiful you; I just want to be with you in the warm years! Your world is no longer sad because of me, and my world is no longer sad because of you.
In the picturesque spring, the wind blows willow flowers charming. I miss you in front of the flowers and in the willow green. The years are lush and fragrant. With a sincere heart, I cherish a pure and beautiful memory. Love doesn't need a pledge of eternal love, but only one heart and one mind, a long stream of water and a deep stream of still water. Gently snuggle up in the fragrant time, between the green hills and the beautiful waters, invite the years to drink together. Bring a hint of coolness to your heart and keep a cool and calm attitude. Twist a little ink to sleep, and make a little peace against the window. Things are very complicated. I just want to be with you, just want simple happiness and happiness. With the tacit understanding between heart and heart, I will build a ripple of missing water, quietly hold hands with you, the mountains are long and the waters are wide, and the moon is singing softly. Take the hand of time, walk with you, and fulfill your persistence with my persistence. Go to see youth, go to see moss frost dyeing. ...