Half a flower blossoms, love is warm in this life

Listening to Chen Rui's songs, one by one playing, a piece of music, lingering in her vicissitudes of sadness, intoxicated in her sentimental sadness, in a trance, deep and shallow, will be a little bit boiled, will miss spread. Half a flower in bloom, half in love, shy and astringent, hidden and hidden, who does spring heart ripple for? Who does charm fall in love with?

Love is like flowers, demons are enchanting, enchanting the heart, soft and charming, as if in a dream; Acacia, such as vines, entangled, disturbed the heart, depressed, flooded. Love is continuous, eager, affection is unspeakable, read endlessly, ask what the love in the world is, straight teach people into madness.

The years, the vast sea of people, there will always be a specific fate, unexpectedly let you encounter, a period of dust inadvertently opened the prelude; there will always be someone waiting for you at a certain intersection, when you quietly side by side, a late love will surge, lead the heart, lost the soul.

Heart is a drifting sailboat, always looking for a berth of the harbor, tired journey, just to wait for another heart, together to see the changes, together to play the love of the moon. The spring is not young, the summer is not yet, the flower shadow is whirling, dim spring, think more, be held by you hand in hand, leisurely stroll on the blooming stranger, affectionately wander in the green mountains and green rivers, snuggle up to each other in the red sunset, a hangover without fireworks, do not touch the world of love.

Love is a beautiful sadness, reading is a bitter resentment. Knowing that it is a trap abyss, you are desperate to jump down; knowing that you will be broken to pieces, you are willing to do anything, just because of deep love, just because you encounter the taste of love, love is like honey, love is bitter and happy.

Fate is a blessing, and love comes like a tide. You so much I like you, flowers also splashed tears, birds are also frightened, soft as water, how can I not be moved in my heart? You are so deep that I respect you, love is also true, love is also true, how can I not listen to the pain in my ears and in my heart? Also want to tell you loudly, how much I miss you, how much I love you; also want to run to you without concern, let you hug, zero distance to listen to your heartbeat, indulge in feeling your warm surging.

However, a season of flowers, plants and autumn, there are always some deep soul encounter, missed the flowering, only to half bloom, half in full bloom, half shy; there are always some heart to heart love, miss the most right years, only half cover up, silent love, miss into a trick.

Love has gone to the bone, reading has become a cocoon. My heart has been taken away by you, my soul has been taken away by you. Whenever the night is silent, miss you has become a constant habit; whenever the sad song sounded, the suffering of lovesickness will spread and grow endlessly. World of mortals, prosperous 3000, what can be compared to you and I love each other; the world is blurred, where dust comes and goes, what can be compared to the warmth of the soul? Countless times to imagine, ten miles of red makeup, only for you to bloom; countless times to pray, tenderness, only for you.

If there is an if, how I hope, in this season of flowers in full bloom, put on my favorite elegant dress, with my smile like flowers, and you meet at the ferry, my clothes appear in front of your eyes, your affectionate money will hug me into your broad and thick chest, regardless of people's words, regardless of onlookers, we are naturally intoxicated in the lingering encounter.

If there is an if, how much I look forward to, in the frost-dyed maple red season, also on my favorite ancient dress, half Tang style, half Song Yun, invited with you in the Zen faint teahouse, or the bar with minor feelings, we are face to face, heart to heart, affectionate, warm and graceful wine, full moon west building, a total cut of the west window, floating shadow dance, obsessed with the pain of lovesickness. Sweet sweet talk about the joy of love.

Life in the world, a short life, easy to get priceless treasure, rare lover. Some people say that once a woman loves, it will be difficult to close the curtain call. You are my lover, I am your Iraqi on the water side, I am willing to keep you on watch, even if it is endless, even if the hair turns gray. Because of your appreciation, my beauty can be more eye-catching and gorgeous; because of your understanding, my elegance can be more vigorous.

Full of words, written for you, full of thoughts, express the end of the pen. You are the happiness that I cannot express, and the bitterness that I cannot express. I write Acacia into a song and whisper into a poem since I write Acacia in the night and the moon is beautiful, because I know that you outside the clouds and water must also be thinking about me.

I am not a kind of infatuation in the sky, let alone a rich flower in the world. since I met you, my infatuation grew infinitely, and my infatuation bloomed endlessly like water, Ying Ying in one water, affection in dribs and drabs, and leisurely. If someone asks, what can make people shine? I will answer firmly: only love; what can make the heart sunny? Only love; what can make fireworks life moist and sweet? There's only love.

Three thousand weak water, only you are my ladle to drink; thousands of flowers, only you are one of my appreciation. Just want to grow old slowly with you in the misty rain, even if you can't hold hands and look at each other, it's enough; just want to grow old with you in Qingfen, even if you still like it. Half a flower blossoms, feeling warm this life, no resentment and no regrets.

Author: wild Chrysanthemum in Taoyuan