Plain time, passing by the most beautiful time, encounter love at the corner. Want to be as pure as snow; as gorgeous as flowers; as bright as stars. As a result, that miss, dim the vicissitudes of the years, washed the youth of the market. Parting season, pure miss, nothing to do with the world, nothing to do with the wind and moon.
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Looking back, Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too in a hurry. Is no longer the season of blooming flowers, looking back, everywhere can be seen green, the color of life in the summer more and more intense.
Through the change of seasons, feel the warm vitality of spring and the hot passion of summer. Summer is still childlike naughty, say change, sweet and gentle smiling face is blown away in the smoke clouds, black gathering, dispelled the leisurely people after dinner. His fickle, always inadvertently, quickly caught people by surprise, nowhere to hide.
Thanks for the season of forest flowers, swimming in the green, relaxed and happy, fresh and indifferent. Want to, so dissociate in the green, there is no withering, there is only a touch of fresh and elegant green, take root in the heart, for an open heart, full of green.
Sitting quietly in a green ocean, Ren's thoughts are as dazzling as green leaves, once striving to stretch upward, only for the sunshine of this season. I lost myself in the green and lost my heart in the verdant green.
Miss, where are you? Is it still there? A touch of freshness, with a touch of sadness, miss and green blend into a touch of new green, wave after wave, endless. Lying lazily on the desk, my eyes quietly looked out of the window at a touch of green, and my ears were filled with music from my mobile phone. "because love never makes people sad, so everything looks like happiness, because of love."
Encounter a love, in order to know the truth of missing, may be a faint smile, may be an inadvertent brush. Yes, just a faint smile made Tang Jieyuan, the head of the four talents in Jiangnan of the Ming Dynasty, fall into the deep valley of love. Qiuxiang's smile and the intersection of his eyes made Tang Jieyuan unable to extricate himself. He did not know whether Qiuxiang's smile had overthrown the city of Suzhou, but he knew that that smile made him know his pursuit.
With love, there will be endless yearning, surging like a tide, devouring the only bit of reason. Pursuit has become the only way out. Just unprecedented miss, has nothing to do with the important affairs of the court, has nothing to do with the customs of the years.
"what is love when it comes to the world? it teaches the promise of life and death." Crazy for love, crazy for love, since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of such people. "A kind and beautiful girl, a good spouse of a good man. Miss the pursuit can not be obtained, wake up to dream long Acacia, leisurely yearning love cut, over and over again difficult to sleep. " Miss occupied all the mood, sleepless at night, only that a sincere love, closely accompanied.
Time is fleeting, only the ancient and modern words have never changed. How many scholars and poets write about the bitterness of lovesickness, searching for it. "the ancient road has a thin horse in the west wind, the sun is setting in the west, and the broken-hearted man is at the end of the world." It's missing, isn't it? where is the person you miss? Live up to the time, sad and heartbroken alone. "guarding the window, how can you be black alone? Chinese parasol trees are more and more drizzly, and at dusk and dribs and drabs, what a sad word it is this time! " A person's dusk, under the fine rain, a soft and weak woman, sitting in front of the window, pale and haggard, that sad mood, who knows?
Miss is also a kind of down-to-earth. Lock a miss in the depths of my heart, never mention it, miss it silently, no matter whether it is sunny or rainy, lonely and sad. When lonely, that miss is the warmth of peace of mind, when sad, that miss is the warm rely on.
The color of the four seasons, lock into the eyes, that miss, lock into the heart, again and again recall, again and again memory. Pure filled with all kinds of opportunities, as clear as water, as hazy and charming as the moonlight. Pure miss, pure love, not mixed with a trace of secular, just miss you, can only share the innocence, send to the writing, word by word, word by word.
In your spare time, hold the gift in your hand, and your smile will inadvertently climb up your face. Once playful scenes, appeared again and again in front of your eyes, listening to your favorite songs, saying what you said, eating your favorite food. Miss is so simple, do not need gorgeous language to describe, do not need exaggeration to pretend. A smile is better than anything else.
Pure miss, not placed in the vulgar world, like the eyes of that new green, fresh and elegant. Lonely night, guarding the beautiful, climbing into the heart of the thoughts, blooming alone.
Quietly, I only want to miss you on a day like this. Pure miss, has nothing to do with the earth, has nothing to do with the wind and moon.
/ tr. by Phil Newell)
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