Qingluan perched on the bank of willow, Xiangxi flower shadow numerous, sleeves flying purple according to fiber, a smile drunk Yan ran. Miss, in how many nights, melt in the heart. In the fragrance of many flowers, the heart is intoxicated with lingering. Misty rain, close to the two hearts to please each other, far away love each other. With a wisp of spiritual obsession through the sun, moon and stars, to a warm love for a hundred years.
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Miss drunk as butterfly fragrance, affection do not know the sunset, those palpitating joy, flowing into thoughts in the fragrant stream of time. Maybe it's because the rain there is too delicate. Perhaps, because the rain there is too lingering, those strands of raindrops will flow in the bottom of my heart forever. Time walking in the missing garden, listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to the flowers lingering, let the wind gently over the brow bend, let the rain slowly fall in the heart, let the flowers warm this spring.
Walking in the romantic season, time remembers the track of love, missing, sprinkling water-like poetry, gentle years, touched the bottom of my heart. There is a kind of affection, because of warm hope. There is a kind of nostalgia, from the warm emotion. Love flying, love lingering, let each other with a sunny smile warm, let the roses in the moon stars fragrant and delicate, let the most beautiful stories have an affair with time, so that the most true love Liufang hundred years.
A feeling, a quiet feeling, a silent sublimation. The most beautiful feelings, so that love is no longer falling, no longer lonely, in the fragrance of the years, with the tranquility and clarity of a curved heart lake, alone in thousands of scenery, let the missing flowers faint fragrance in the breeze, let the warm feelings gently depend on each other in the depths of the heart. Windy days, true love lit up the starry sky, boiled a pot of moonlight wine, drunk time, but also drunk joy.
Moonlight sprinkled in front of the window, flowers full of clothes, gently express a gentle love like water, gently through the other side of the heart, Ren Jingmei's thoughts lightly under the moonlight starry sky, time crystal into a poetic beauty, quietly flowing love lingering. In the time of a cup of tea, gently, across the tiny waves of yearning, let those beauties run aground in the years, and let the voices of those flowers bloom gently in my ears.
Drizzle, butterflies around the fragrance of flowers, pick a yearning, listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to lingering. Dye a finger of fragrance, let the fragrance of love and snow flow in the shadow of the water, and the smart words fly among the flowers and trees. Liuqing purples elegance, dust sealed a few missing flowers, soft drunk how many poetic feelings. In my mind, let love warm the whole spring with sunshine.
Rain falling green hair chaos, wind tears lingering, wake up, prosperity scattered, eyebrow curved Acacia dyed. Ren Yupiao, look at the flowers, who is drunk under the Acacia tree? Who is waiting in the misty rain for thousands of years? Sleepless, speechless love, poetic nostalgia for a lifetime, clinging to the lingering thoughts, pouring out scenes of fragrant poems, endless flowers and dim lights
When a deep love is engraved with your name forever, the love is in the bone and the heart is in mind. If we have not met, we will not have deep thoughts and deep nostalgia. If we had not met, we would not have been silently concerned and attached to each other. That love, so deep and so painful. That love, with you to spend every ray of morning light, every touch of sunset, every scene under the moon, every moment of your time. Looking back, the memory of the years is full of the fragrance of love
When winter snow turns into a drop of spring dew, when swaying buds bloom into enchanting charm, time records the fragrance of flowers and the intoxication of leaves. The wind takes away the lingering of yesterday, leaving behind the thoughts of tonight, gently as the wind, as faint as water. Write thoughts into poems, simple and exquisite. The moonlight has a warm color, rendering into the most beautiful nostalgia.
Time walking in the missing garden, the flowers are in love, the rain is missing, blooming into a season of floating red, pieces are fetters, petals are warm. Gently into your dream, not to expel the bitterness of Acacia, but to wake up after I am within your reach. Gently looking at the starry sky, not for thousands of beautiful scenery, ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings of the moment, just to have a forever in the vicissitudes of life.
Author: listen to the heart
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