Let me love you and be loved by you

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Like this sentence very much: most people whose souls are similar, lucky enough to meet, is eternity. Inadvertently a chance encounter, there is no warning, so bumped into, a surprised, stunning, this is fate.

Like women such as orchid, elegant and fresh, with clear eyes, plain and pure heart. Earthly woman, everyone is a free walking flower, I only like that kind of elegant. Beyond elegance, the more difficult it is for people in the world to understand. High mountains and flowing waters, who is the bosom friend? Since ancient times, it is difficult to find a bosom friend, met, is the most beautiful fate of the world.

Love to the extreme is distressing. Love your beauty, love your tiredness. I just want to commit a romantic crime for you in this life. Go to distant valleys for you, find a paradise, and plant your soul deeply.

You are a touch of purples in the years of scenery, beyond time and space, deeply engraved in my life. From then on, the dark fragrance is full of sleeves, the full moon is full, this life is complete because of you, but also because of you and more beautiful. The wings of the uncolored Phoenix cannot fly together, but the heart is as connected as the soul. You live in my heart, and I also live in your heart. And mud, mixed with water, pinch you, pinch me, you have me, I have you, I can no longer tell you from me.

I have seen this sentence: let me love you and be loved by you. Haughty as you, smart as you, elegant as you. Daiyu soul, Xizi appearance, Hongfu heart, Qingzhaocai. Across time and space, embrace you passionately and compose the rhythm and beauty of life with your soul. The wind is the hometown of the clouds, the flower is the story of Rui, you are my old friend. All the encounters in the world are frontiers. You said do not ask the past life, do not ask the afterlife, do not ask whether to rob or fate, only willing to share a lifetime with me.

Love has no reason, because of love, so love. To love is to love, and not to love is not to love. Live in the present, love in the present, cloud water Zen heart, free and easy. You are like begonia in the rain, miserable in wind and rain, still gorgeous. No matter how the years change, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart. I cherish and hide for you in this life. Take care of your every minute, every second with your life.

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Get used to thinking about you, getting used to waiting for you, getting used to feeling your beauty with your heart and sniffing the fragrance of your soul. Get used to every day with you, get used to your deep affection, get used to getting drunk with you every day, and accompany you silently. I said, I to Xiaoxiang, Qing to Qin. You said, you do not leave and do not give up, only if your heart is like my beloved, it can fall apart, the sea tide is surging, and the wind and smoke are clean. Until the color back to the years, ordinary, we are all white-haired, teeth fall out, I still deeply love you. The understanding of the soul is the highest state of love. Only in this way can we withstand the insipid fleeting years. Although we are too old to be speechless and silent, we can still feel each other's heartbeat and smell each other's breath.

If the sea is the dream of water and the sky is the dream of clouds, we are each other's dream. We are drunk in each other's dreams and never want to wake up again. Love, like air, is omnipresent; love is like water clouds, like a shadow. See the flowers cry, see the moon sad, we are so affectionate. You say that we are people of the same texture, flowers and shadows are all poems, a song is sung to tears, a period of love is written to the bone.

Pink yearning, frankly romantic; tender green feelings, wanton verdant. Every tree is intertwined with branches and leaves, and every lotus flower with its pedicel is our thought. Spring from the skin, peach blossom from the bone, your day is full of flowers, live with you in the peach blossom, a touch of rouge, the rouge is full of love marks.

The mountains are lush and the water is beautiful. Hiding you in the depths of Taoyuan is not contaminated with any dust. You said to give me the most romantic love letter in the world, no poems, no words, only the heart can understand. In A Dream of Red Mansions, Baoyu gave Daiyu an old handkerchief. Only Daiyu understood. Daiyu wrote the peach blossom of life on the old handkerchief with blood. Only Baoyu could read this peach blossom.

Understanding is more important than love. You said that I am your bosom friend, enter your dream, accompany you to breathe, connect with your blood. The fusion of heart and heart is better than thousands of words in the world. I think it is the highest state of love to be speechless but understand.

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You are gorgeous, gorgeous to the bone marrow. You are the peach blossom in my soul, quiet on the outside and warm on the inside. Hu Lancheng said: peach blossoms are difficult to draw, but the difficulty lies in its stillness. Little do you realize that this peach blossom combines the purity of lotus, the faint of orchid, the light of chrysanthemum, the pride of plum, the clearness of bamboo, the elegance of pine, plus the demon and beauty of peach blossom, it is absolutely difficult to draw, even if it is painted, it is vulgar.

Pianpian, you come like a thrill across a clear lake; gracefully, you come like a magnolia with trembling branches in spring. You said you were pure white, jade muscles and ice bones, but when I saw it, it was blood-stained purples, clearly pitiful. Hold you in your arms, gently kiss your red lips, quietly touch your water-like tenderness, enchanting charm, talk about lovesickness, comfort my life.

There is love in every plant and tree, and there is always Zen in one flower and one leaf. It's good to have you! The day with you is not lonely, the day with you is spring. A song "the Beauty of Spring" made me drunk in the arms of spring and never wanted to wake up again. It is too late to meet each other, no matter how early it is, no one can understand the fate of life. You are a fairy in the clouds, but you want to blossom in the dust for love.

There are a lot of Rain Water in spring, it only cleared up for half a day, and it was a continuous overcast and rain. The misty rain in the south makes my heart a little more damp. Wet mind, water Lingling spring, such as smoke like fog, like a dream like fantasy. In the rain, with an umbrella, looking at the misty rain, always can not help thinking of you, miss your sunshine, miss your bright, miss your little girl's gentleness, beauty's generosity and magnanimity.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally. You are the lotus that is not stained with fine dust, and I am the lotus leaf under hibiscus, fresh and quiet green. My existence is to set off your beauty. You are a swan flying high in the blue sky, I am a frog in the pool, because of your affectionate kiss, and become a prince. Love has no reason, it's just fate. The arrow of love accidentally hits our hearts and suddenly blooms into this beautiful spring.

Just want to hold you tightly in my arms, just want to love you quietly, without vows or promises, silently love and accompany you until the end of time. In the affectionate night, sleep under your name; in the fireworks in March, tell the affection of love.

(QQ:171918223 / tr. by Phil Newell)