Long sentences of love
1. At the intersection where you meet again, you will be swaying in the clouds, smile at heart, and walk with you and walk around without waiting for it. Forgotten rivers and lakes, forgotten corners, I am desperate, and the scales are all over the body. Finally, I waited for you, but I couldn't wait for your memory. And you, still beautiful, still have the familiar sorrows of the moon, but the people around you are no longer me, and your mind no longer has my memory. So, with the pain of the ground, I dragged my tired body, let the ruthless rain wet my arms, let it hit the heart of the pain, drowning every breath about you.
2, standing on the shore of the dream, looking at the other side, watching the passage of time, the Cape of the World is difficult to cut off the dynasty of the dynasty; Ren Fengshuang snow and rain is also difficult to block the sight of obsessed. In the life of the year, life is full of love, this hate does not close the wind and the moon, do the deepest love, for the sake of love. The dreams are drawn, the words are carved, and the people are willing to be single-minded; Waiting for you is my unchanging wish; loving you is my wish in this life. Long sighs on the wind, sighs on the rain, cherishes the love words, and hangs the heart, keeps them, looks at each other, only sings for the three lifestones, and lives in this life.
3. The places that have passed have become the beginning of the nightmare of the future. After passing, passing, passing by, you will unconsciously recall the horrible, the horrible, the former beauty, the current fear, the former memory, the present Devil. How ridiculous, we forced ourselves to forget, how sad our memories, how we can cherish the past, how can we give up easily.
4, as that year, my love. As early as the beginning, the text is the link of our communication. However, those days separated by shoals and streams have brought us into the deepest part of time. In the end, I am separated from you by time and space, looking at the same sunset, how to fall into the end of the mountain, and see how the starlight is covered with the sky...
5. Whoever says that he likes something must get it. Sometimes, some people, in order to get what they like, are exhausted and exhausted, and even more may be unscrupulous and even extreme. Maybe he got what he likes, but in the process of chasing him, the lost things can't be calculated, and the price he pays makes it impossible to make up for it. Maybe the price is heavy and will not be discovered until the end. In fact, like a thing does not have to get it.
6, the prime year, the gathering is difficult, it is not difficult, the eyes of the autumn can not wave the heart of the desolate, withered like a flower of the fragrance, the bumps in the afterlife of the short cycle. Who is accompanying me? Then go to the sound of the mountain stream? Where the dust thinks, the light step, the Penglai dream breaks into the smoke, the sparseness, the sputum flying into the frost, the silence of the window, the soul of the South Tianliufang. When you first see the feelings of love and will be forgotten, the duckweed will go and count the sun.
7, Su Shi Qilian, the finger is like a scorpion, in the years like the water, the dusty world alone fluttering the dusty edge of the fluttering, in the rain and the sky to enjoy the sorrow and joy of the graceful covenant, stationed in the sky, far away Yu Huixi fall The single drop of the cloud, depicting the story behind the thorny snow. Just to wait for the long-cherished wish. I am willing to be willing to be a fragrant and complete crown of flowers, guarding the love of no regrets, standing in the moonlight, watching the bustling smoke, accompanied by Liu Anqiu's light smile, with a gesture of unrestrained in a quiet heart Tanaka, you are soft and stunned.
8, the end of the world, two and two. The bright season of the season, the reincarnation of the years, has changed our initial touch, leaving only a few years of nostalgia, after countless reincarnations, flying in the day and night to fly their own care. The deepest red dust, the only thing we can grasp is today. Yesterday, all kinds of things, have been illusory as dreams, the scenes that once met, turned into a past of happiness and sadness. We carefully preserved the album of the memories, letting a tearful picture remain in the bottom of my heart, and spent a lifetime of fine collection.
9. Listen to the years and cry, see the prosperous annihilation, how many things, scattered in the distance. The memories of a hundred thousand turns are always lingering, always looking for a warmth in the past, the depth of the scenery, the deep and deep imprint of sorrow and joy, but after a few look back, let us not grasp the hand, and can not afford the old dream With the new one. The back of the eyes are fixed in the depths of the eyelids, and the red dust will not only be the beginning of the autumn, but also the endless shackles of the fingertips. A lot of life has made a heart weak and not strong. The resurgence of the past, the temptation of prosperity, the fall of emotion, we can't move forward, we can't stop here, we can only let it go, a kind of faint affection will be exhausted.
10. I saw the clouds in the autumn night still squirming. I heard the melodious music getting weaker and weaker. Perhaps the tired heart sound should also go to the quiet station for a small rest, perhaps the beauty of the autumn night also makes the impetuous heart relieved a lot. The night is bleak, the lights are bleak, and the quiet night is like a song that is filled with heart. With the autumn wind, the song is sung... With the music, the fingers beat the words, and the heart sounds the strings. In the autumn night, my pen and ink are swaying, and the whispers of pens and papers, if they bloom, are quietly blooming...
11, I long for, you use a constant temperature hand, a constant temperature heart, take me through the splendour of spring, walk through the ridiculous winter; I am willing, in your smile, in your eyes, infinitely Oh tomorrow; I yearn for the warmth of the sun with you during the day, and the endless black with you at night. I know that I am an ordinary person, I just want to get the happiness that belongs to me.
12, I am a woman who is not good at expressing feelings, and will not use some beautiful words to build up the words of true love. I am just a person who is bright and sad in the blue night, lamenting the people who have passed away in time. Looking through the autumn water, persistent waiting, a butterfly love, who became? Who made the two loess bones? Life and death depend on each other, how can the water under the bridge be difficult to drink?
13, the years of silent old age, how many years are gone, how much innocence is gone. In the experience of life, there are always some regrets that can’t be looked back. Those things that are infinitely magnified and clearly presented in their minds, when everything is a memory and still nostalgia, it is not that time passes too fast, nor is it too far away for us to go, just to change the impermanent world, many let We indulge in the true feelings that cannot be extricated, and we will never linger and linger.
14. Get used to the night of no one, listen to your voice, catch your footprints, and listen to your pulse. Perhaps, in this quiet late night, I also use the words to count my thoughts on you. All the bones need not be confessed, and all the inscriptions need no words, just because my heart has already filled a beautiful and meticulous. Telling endless love and joy. At this time, I only want to compose a heart and heart, the soul and the soul, let all the thoughts and red beans become beautiful and carved into eternity, fragrance is unlimited!
15. I am accustomed to the most beautiful and purest string in the heart of such a beautiful scenery, such as the wonderful temperament. At this time, I am like this high-hanging month, clean and charming; and as the sky is shining brightly; also like the lingering wind. With the moonlight of the moon and the moon, there is nostalgic love, and the dynasty is like a touching string, pulling my sensitive nerves, the romance and thoughts that linger in my heart, I can’t stop, I want to Thinking about the world, you are thinking about it.
16, like, Acacia butterfly love songs. In the purple year, write my heart, let the faint loneliness, empty and cold. The shackles of the world are ridiculous. Write down a piece of Acacia text, pay homage to our thoughts, write in your hand, hurt in my heart. A short chapter, a few scribbled words, portrayed the fullness of loneliness and anxiety.
17, learn to give up, turn away before tears, leaving a simple back; learn to give up, will be buried in the bottom of my heart, leaving the most beautiful memories; learn to give up, so that each can have a more relaxed start, all over the body Love is not necessarily memorable. This process is very shallow. It is not easy to get to today. I gently pull out my hand and say goodbye. Thank you very much. There is you on this road. I have said that I love you, today, I still love you. Just, love you, but can't be with you. If you love the fire in the wilderness, love him, but you can't bring it back.
2, standing on the shore of the dream, looking at the other side, watching the passage of time, the Cape of the World is difficult to cut off the dynasty of the dynasty; Ren Fengshuang snow and rain is also difficult to block the sight of obsessed. In the life of the year, life is full of love, this hate does not close the wind and the moon, do the deepest love, for the sake of love. The dreams are drawn, the words are carved, and the people are willing to be single-minded; Waiting for you is my unchanging wish; loving you is my wish in this life. Long sighs on the wind, sighs on the rain, cherishes the love words, and hangs the heart, keeps them, looks at each other, only sings for the three lifestones, and lives in this life.
3. The places that have passed have become the beginning of the nightmare of the future. After passing, passing, passing by, you will unconsciously recall the horrible, the horrible, the former beauty, the current fear, the former memory, the present Devil. How ridiculous, we forced ourselves to forget, how sad our memories, how we can cherish the past, how can we give up easily.
4, as that year, my love. As early as the beginning, the text is the link of our communication. However, those days separated by shoals and streams have brought us into the deepest part of time. In the end, I am separated from you by time and space, looking at the same sunset, how to fall into the end of the mountain, and see how the starlight is covered with the sky...
5. Whoever says that he likes something must get it. Sometimes, some people, in order to get what they like, are exhausted and exhausted, and even more may be unscrupulous and even extreme. Maybe he got what he likes, but in the process of chasing him, the lost things can't be calculated, and the price he pays makes it impossible to make up for it. Maybe the price is heavy and will not be discovered until the end. In fact, like a thing does not have to get it.
6, the prime year, the gathering is difficult, it is not difficult, the eyes of the autumn can not wave the heart of the desolate, withered like a flower of the fragrance, the bumps in the afterlife of the short cycle. Who is accompanying me? Then go to the sound of the mountain stream? Where the dust thinks, the light step, the Penglai dream breaks into the smoke, the sparseness, the sputum flying into the frost, the silence of the window, the soul of the South Tianliufang. When you first see the feelings of love and will be forgotten, the duckweed will go and count the sun.
7, Su Shi Qilian, the finger is like a scorpion, in the years like the water, the dusty world alone fluttering the dusty edge of the fluttering, in the rain and the sky to enjoy the sorrow and joy of the graceful covenant, stationed in the sky, far away Yu Huixi fall The single drop of the cloud, depicting the story behind the thorny snow. Just to wait for the long-cherished wish. I am willing to be willing to be a fragrant and complete crown of flowers, guarding the love of no regrets, standing in the moonlight, watching the bustling smoke, accompanied by Liu Anqiu's light smile, with a gesture of unrestrained in a quiet heart Tanaka, you are soft and stunned.
8, the end of the world, two and two. The bright season of the season, the reincarnation of the years, has changed our initial touch, leaving only a few years of nostalgia, after countless reincarnations, flying in the day and night to fly their own care. The deepest red dust, the only thing we can grasp is today. Yesterday, all kinds of things, have been illusory as dreams, the scenes that once met, turned into a past of happiness and sadness. We carefully preserved the album of the memories, letting a tearful picture remain in the bottom of my heart, and spent a lifetime of fine collection.
9. Listen to the years and cry, see the prosperous annihilation, how many things, scattered in the distance. The memories of a hundred thousand turns are always lingering, always looking for a warmth in the past, the depth of the scenery, the deep and deep imprint of sorrow and joy, but after a few look back, let us not grasp the hand, and can not afford the old dream With the new one. The back of the eyes are fixed in the depths of the eyelids, and the red dust will not only be the beginning of the autumn, but also the endless shackles of the fingertips. A lot of life has made a heart weak and not strong. The resurgence of the past, the temptation of prosperity, the fall of emotion, we can't move forward, we can't stop here, we can only let it go, a kind of faint affection will be exhausted.
10. I saw the clouds in the autumn night still squirming. I heard the melodious music getting weaker and weaker. Perhaps the tired heart sound should also go to the quiet station for a small rest, perhaps the beauty of the autumn night also makes the impetuous heart relieved a lot. The night is bleak, the lights are bleak, and the quiet night is like a song that is filled with heart. With the autumn wind, the song is sung... With the music, the fingers beat the words, and the heart sounds the strings. In the autumn night, my pen and ink are swaying, and the whispers of pens and papers, if they bloom, are quietly blooming...
11, I long for, you use a constant temperature hand, a constant temperature heart, take me through the splendour of spring, walk through the ridiculous winter; I am willing, in your smile, in your eyes, infinitely Oh tomorrow; I yearn for the warmth of the sun with you during the day, and the endless black with you at night. I know that I am an ordinary person, I just want to get the happiness that belongs to me.
12, I am a woman who is not good at expressing feelings, and will not use some beautiful words to build up the words of true love. I am just a person who is bright and sad in the blue night, lamenting the people who have passed away in time. Looking through the autumn water, persistent waiting, a butterfly love, who became? Who made the two loess bones? Life and death depend on each other, how can the water under the bridge be difficult to drink?
13, the years of silent old age, how many years are gone, how much innocence is gone. In the experience of life, there are always some regrets that can’t be looked back. Those things that are infinitely magnified and clearly presented in their minds, when everything is a memory and still nostalgia, it is not that time passes too fast, nor is it too far away for us to go, just to change the impermanent world, many let We indulge in the true feelings that cannot be extricated, and we will never linger and linger.
14. Get used to the night of no one, listen to your voice, catch your footprints, and listen to your pulse. Perhaps, in this quiet late night, I also use the words to count my thoughts on you. All the bones need not be confessed, and all the inscriptions need no words, just because my heart has already filled a beautiful and meticulous. Telling endless love and joy. At this time, I only want to compose a heart and heart, the soul and the soul, let all the thoughts and red beans become beautiful and carved into eternity, fragrance is unlimited!
15. I am accustomed to the most beautiful and purest string in the heart of such a beautiful scenery, such as the wonderful temperament. At this time, I am like this high-hanging month, clean and charming; and as the sky is shining brightly; also like the lingering wind. With the moonlight of the moon and the moon, there is nostalgic love, and the dynasty is like a touching string, pulling my sensitive nerves, the romance and thoughts that linger in my heart, I can’t stop, I want to Thinking about the world, you are thinking about it.
16, like, Acacia butterfly love songs. In the purple year, write my heart, let the faint loneliness, empty and cold. The shackles of the world are ridiculous. Write down a piece of Acacia text, pay homage to our thoughts, write in your hand, hurt in my heart. A short chapter, a few scribbled words, portrayed the fullness of loneliness and anxiety.
17, learn to give up, turn away before tears, leaving a simple back; learn to give up, will be buried in the bottom of my heart, leaving the most beautiful memories; learn to give up, so that each can have a more relaxed start, all over the body Love is not necessarily memorable. This process is very shallow. It is not easy to get to today. I gently pull out my hand and say goodbye. Thank you very much. There is you on this road. I have said that I love you, today, I still love you. Just, love you, but can't be with you. If you love the fire in the wilderness, love him, but you can't bring it back.
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