Second, no one likes loneliness, just afraid of disappointment.
Third, little sister, don't be so polite. ""what's the matter? " "I just want to appreciate your beauty.
Fourth, all the pleasures of life are the pleasures of creation: the action of a love genius depends on creating this fire.
Five, no love will not die, no money is.
6. Ask yourself more, and you will become more independent. Ask less people, and you will be less disappointed.
Seven, sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, and only the dreamer won't dream of you.
Eight, it is true that only a few people care about whether you are tired or not. In fact, most people are not interested in whether you fly high or not. They care more about whether you fell badly, and then pretend to care.
Nine, the stars in the past were not particularly beautiful until they accidentally looked into your eyes.
Ten, life is not as good as I imagined, nor as bad as I imagined. Our fragility and strength also exceeded our expectations. Sometimes we are very fragile, because a word burst into tears, and sometimes I find that I have bitten my teeth for a long time.
1 1. Loving you is really a happy thing, and I can't help secretly responding to you. In Qian Qian's gentle Little Xili, I have recognized Qian Qian in my mind for countless times: Well, it is you.
Twelve, the little girl is incompetent and can't say goodbye to her son. All love and hate are lingering, all in dreams.
Thirteen, what is your blood type? "type o" "no, you are my ideal type.
Fourteen, the goal of women's struggle should be to make men regret, make men sweat now, and make men rare in the future.
Cherish everyone who is kind to you, because they could not have done so.
Sixteen, the passage of time, talking about love, talking about some stories of running water, talking about some residual leaves in the wind, some residual lotus in the rain, talking about the autumn moon and spring breeze that have passed without her attention, leaving the years coming from the moon to loneliness, time can be so eternal, from teenagers to wrinkled sideburns, coming and going, accompanying autumn through winter.
Seventeen, even if you are just a small piece of my life puzzle, my life will not be complete without you.
Come back if you miss me. I am free tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. As long as you miss me, I am free every day.
Nineteen, never compete with dogs, win? You are worse than a dog. Lost? You are worse than a dog. Tied? You are no different from a dog.
Twenty, you are not superman, you will be tired, painful, crying, sad and helpless. But you have to understand this. Don't ask too much, let alone compromise easily. What you need is something that makes your mind and blood flow faster. Do it step by step in a planned way and live your true colors.
Twenty-one, "The weather is so cold, do you know how to keep warm?" I don't know. I don't know, but I know how to marry you.
Twenty-two, because you always laugh, everyone thinks it's okay to hurt you anyway.
I had a dream in which you had long hair and we grew old together.
Everyone loves himself more than anyone else, but he values what others think of him more.
Twenty-five, some things just don't deserve forgiveness, which has nothing to do with size, and each has its own bottom line.
Twenty-six, my son has been talking for a week and a half. Today, he finally spoke. The first sentence turned out to be "call dad". Is that what I taught you?
Twenty-seven, now I don't know if I'm really asleep, or if I just want to end my words.
28. Guess what I want to eat? I don't know. Watching you in a daze
Twenty-nine, I hope that the life with you in the future will be gentle and interesting, not too intense. There is no need to worry about three meals and four seasons. After all, I have a lifetime to waste with you.
You're acting strange today. It's beautiful!
Thirty-one, don't treat like as love, after all, like is the wind, come and go without a shadow, love is a long river.
Thirty-two, today, I want to borrow a little bit of drunkenness brewed by peach blossoms. Qian Shan Wanshui said it. I love you, I love you.
Thirty-three, this thing of love starts from the face value, falls into talent, infatuates with the body, infatuates with the sound, and finally folds into the material and loses to reality.
There are thousands of changes in the world. In my heart, you haven't changed.