Cough Paris! People who have been to Paris will never want heaven again; Anyone who has tasted Paris is honest.

Say, don't even want to go to hell. The whole Paris is like a duck down mattress, which makes you feel Shu Tai, and the hard bones are smoked and crisp-sometimes it's too hot. It doesn't matter, as long as you can stand it. Praise is unnecessary.

Yes, just as it is unnecessary to praise heaven; Curse is redundant, just as the curse of hell is redundant. Paris, soft Paris, only when you leave, gently say "don't forget, come again!" " "In fact, even so.

Extra. Who doesn't want to go again? Who can forget?

Vanilla is at your feet, spring breeze is on your face, and a smile surrounds you. let go

Don't blame you, don't supervise you, don't embarrass you, don't bother you, don't rub you. It embraces you, but does not bind you: it is a warm arm, not a rope. It's not that I won't let you run, but that its funny fingertips will always be yours.

In my memory. What a light step, the mercerization of stockings can be dyed with the color you remember at any time!

But Paris is not a monotonous comedy. The love of the Louvre is hidden in the gentle waves of the Seine.

Shadow, it also collects the last breath of many frustrated people. Flowing and gentle waves; Flowing, lingering grievance cafe: gentle words, hearty laughter, and the sadness of a boy sitting in a corner unkempt and concerned about self-destruction.

Think about it. Dance floor: With the roaring music and intoxicating wine smell, the young woman who is alone wants to go to the track. What floats on the next floor is bright, cheerful, happy, sweet and harmonious; But deposited on Yang's ass.

What can't be illuminated is the essence of personnel experience: sadness at best and melancholy at worst: who doesn't want to flood in the brisk stream forever, you must pay attention to what you see when you go deep!