Be the happy tear in the corner of your eye

Once you know each other, you will always be in love. Long Acacia, appearance memory, Jin quilt mandarin duck. Jiangnan Dream, Pearl Curtain, Pink Daimei makeup. White moonlight, twist fragrant ink, warm and moist. Acacia at a glance is unforgettable in this life. Willing to make fragrant tears, accompany each other, and pedicel flowers bloom. Fate in this life, love in the afterlife, snow lotus Qin red makeup.

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That day, I met you in the vast sea of people, only one eye, then fell into your affection, only one eye, then intoxicated with the bottom of your eyes, only one eye, it has been deeply in love.

I ask the Buddha, if I encounter someone who collides with my soul in this life, can you allow me to be inseparable from him in this life? I ask the Buddha, if I can give up reincarnation for this life, can I freeze the afterlife only for this life? I ask the Buddha, if I meet the right person in this life, can I stay with him for the rest of my life?

If love is a twin flower, how many unbearable sorrows hang in the gaze outside the Sanskrit sound, that call warms the cool moonlight in the dream, and the longing throbs the lonely heart in the cold night. When I appease my hunger with ink, crawling in the sea of words and looking back at my soul, the trend of thought is surging in the fresh words. Your voice, coming through the soul, lingers in the whisper of a curtain of rain, spinning in the bottom of my heart into tears that wet the memory. I in the plain paper whitewash Jiangnan that new green, haunted Jiangnan ah, countless times in my dream, blooming in the light of my fleeting years.

How can I thank fate for me to meet, know and fall in love with you in the most beautiful years? What kind of affection made me meet you by chance? The blending at the end of the pen ignited the flame of my life, what kind of affection makes my thoughts fly? What kind of moved, tears wet dream curtain? I asked myself again and again whether it was my heart that touched God, or the providence that made me and you smile with tenderness between the wings of the pen.

A que clear words gently between the eyebrows, smart landscape, intoxicated in your inkstone fragrance, that living at the bottom of the wrist yearning soaked a paper red lotus. I often fantasize that if I were the bird in your window, I would accompany you in the green light book and the twilight.

Today, I write deep heart words for you through audio. I hold you gently in my palm and look at you silently. I am full of tears and thoughts. You are in the far south of the Yangtze River, I am in the northern country of Yangchun, that floating lilac alley ah, can you let me pull a ray of fragrance to accompany you under the light of going home? Can you let me hum your favorite song gently? Let me caress the piano string with you drunk in the flowers before the moon, and you have a share of the beauty of the years, through the winter and summer of life.

Always want to pick up the most beautiful poems embedded in your bookmark, with you in a que ink together, and you see that is still the Qin moon and border, the book is a piece of paper Shu Road words Loulan. Listen, how much love has come from the ancient wind? If I were the infatuated Huang Rong, would you like to be my brother Jing in this life? If I were Daiyu who wrote love with my life, would you be willing to hold hands with me and not let love be buried in the flower hoe?

Light description of Daimei for you, wearing a gauze skirt dance exquisite, hairpin light grinning, moon shadow wind decorated with delicate appearance.

I am the affectionate lily of your windowsill, quietly opening in the silent night, just waiting for you to drown my affection with yearning, and let me bloom Acacia in my dream. Swaying nebula, and you Yaoqin a long Acacia, long together, burning love in the windless dawn. When the sun shredded my appearance through the screen window, it is my constant affection in my affectionate face. I keep the deepest understanding in your heart, when time exploits my makeup and precipitates the true feelings of thousands of years. Love is open in loneliness and Titian, Acacia care in the falling silk soul. Only you understand my joys and sorrows, only you and I nephrite warm fragrance, as appropriate.

Do not love the world of mortals only love you, hide you deep in my dream soul. To the red willow green, the moon hidden flower appearance, I am waiting in your favorite love song for the moonlight to dye the Xuan window, waiting for the wild goose to come back, the brocade book to come, waiting for the whip sound to send the horse's hoof to drive away the cool of the lonely night, waiting for the red candle to reflect the red makeup, waiting for you to pick the curtain cage to warm my quilt.

Every period of time has your appearance, every moon is stacked with my affection, every inch of Acacia is filled with chrysanthemum tears, let me be the tears of happiness in the corners of your eyes, I am reluctant to cry, reluctant to be sad, only willing to snuggle with you for life, shallow Qinghuan.

The encounter with you is not only the accident of this life but also the necessity of providence, just because you look back and smile in the world of mortals, I indulge in your lights dim, just because I pray piously in front of the Buddha, fate let me meet you and renew my contract in this life. At this moment, let me be with you, feel the love, feel the warmth of this regret, and feel the infinite true feelings at the bottom of my heart. At this moment, I pray to Buddha, let me do the ice on the top of the snow-capped mountain, just wait for the affectionate you to come, turn into a teardrop in the corner of your eye, warm and moist your melancholy heart.

Grateful and compassionate Buddha, let me cultivate the love of this life in thousands of years of waiting, grateful for the meeting of life, let me write a love legend in the world of mortals, grateful for holding hands with you in this life, and gave me love as pure as snow lotus.

Author: lan Linger