Ten miles of peach blossoms, ten miles of fragrant fragrance, bursts of flower fragrance, bursts of you, three miles of breeze, three miles of road, step by step wind, step by step you.

Life is not difficult when you meet lovely people, the streets and the night breeze are all sweet.

Beautiful things? The air in the morning is fresh, the soy milk is steaming, and I look up to see you.

I hope there is someone beside you who will always carefully protect your childishness and love you like the fragrance of wine in a deep alley, which makes you drunk when you smell it. ~

I have reduced the number of times I look for you, replaced notes with your full name, and canceled special attention. We should understand that the end of friendship is long live.

Those who can secretly like you in your heart will always be sweet when you think about them. gamma;

I wish you warm snow in winter, lotuses in summer, tea in spring, and common clothes in autumn. The four seasons are the way forward, and life is the rivers and lakes.

I like spring flowers, summer trees, autumn dusk, winter sunshine, and you every day.

It snows in spring, rains heavily in summer, winds in autumn, and is sunny in winter. Many accidents happen all year round, but the most charming thing is meeting you.

The encounter was like a spring breeze, and it turned out to be you. Love is like mountains and rivers, and in the end it’s you.

The sun is shining in spring, the mountains are green in summer, the autumn is plain, and the winter is fierce. I wish to be with you forever.

Let it snow quietly. When you wake up like this, the whole world becomes beautiful.

My favorite person will appear in the night sky while sleeping like a sensitive reindeer carrying my favorite baby's breath.

The sea is to the stream, the sun is to the earth, the blue sky is to the white clouds, the marshmallow is to the children, the dream is to you, you are to me.

If you want to be a firefly on a midsummer night, as long as you grab your attention, you will be satisfied.

People who like beautiful eyes have stars hidden in their eyes, which hide warmth and peace.

Treat secrets as stars and the people you really like as the moon. Hide them all in your heart, and your heart will become a glowing night sky.

When you see your smiling eyes bend, all the stars in the sky will jingle and sway.

The spring breeze, sweet cherries, mulberries, gurgling spring water, and the evening sunset are all like your presence.

On a summer night, it’s probably the fluttering hem of a girl’s skirt and the scent of shower gel in the wind. Everything is so gentle, like a kiss.

If you meet someone you like in winter, he can turn your winter into spring.

Hey, I want to treat you to dinner. You can choose a place. As long as you are in your dreams, you will see the foggy forest road, the ocean, the deserted alley, and the starry sky at the end of the world in the morning.

Many years later, I accidentally hummed your face, just like a sleeping white plum dreaming of spring.

It is said that there are peach blossoms in your eyes, but why do peach blossoms rain all night?

I have a secret garden, which contains the memories of you and me in those years.

Warm mountains and soft waters are not worth the peach blossoms that your lips have kissed.

The flowers are full of rain and dew, and the green grass is full of morning smoke. The rainy days in childhood are the muddiest, but they are the cleanest in my memory.

The green water is worry-free, but the face is wrinkled by the wind; the green mountains are not old, but the snow is white.

It is enough to burn ten miles of peach blossoms and hold one in your heart.

Peach blossoms in March, two people and one horse, the world will be over tomorrow.

When the corners of your mouth turn down, it is beautiful, just like the clear water under the Anhe Bridge.

Encounter is a kind of beauty, just like a small town facing the evening, reflecting the splendor of the sunset.

When the spring flowers bloom, I look forward to meeting you tenderly!

The silent pear blossoms, with their delicate splendor, drift gently, painting with the wind.

I hide from the footsteps of the years, walk through the scattered beauty, and look for the seasonal rain of flowers in the depths of the fleeting years.

If your heart wanders in the sleeping lake, I will write your riddle on the moon. You whisper and I blow the stars.

The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage. Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer, winter snow.

Every inch of my thoughts floats in the air and turns into a flower.

May all love that cannot stay be as white as an orchid, even if tomorrow is the next day.

The flowers bloom and smell the fragrance, which is most touching and refreshing. Under the flowers, it is intoxicating.

Like the passing years, like smoke, the flowers bloom in all seasons. Who is more fragrant than whom, and who is sweeter than whom?

Meeting you is such a beautiful thing, like hearing the wind in the forest, like the stars twining at night, like watermelon in summer, and blue in the ocean.

My heart is filled with many words... piled into flowers.

When I met you, it was the most brilliant flower blooming and the most beautiful accident.

Rose Lake and Green Mint Island seemed irresistible.

Spring flowers bloom all over the wall, you are my wish.

Our love for you is like snow and will never be stained by dust.

The wind is very clear and I feel happy from head to toe.

Those worries that keep you awake will become stars in the sky.

Waiting for you to come, to the ends of the earth, to romance the mountain flowers with me.

Walk over and don’t stay to pick flowers and save them, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.

Until early morning, the sun lights up the room.

The rain is lingering in the north of the bridge, and the water is growing in the spring, and the sunset is in the south of the bridge. I wonder if you are happy with wine? Listen to the sound of Lingge Yanwai.

The north wind is a song in the forest, and love is a sojourner in the long river of life.

There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter. If there is no idle business, it is the best time in the world.

A scene of red rain, peach blossoms withering, ten miles of clear shadow and willow shadows slanting.

Dandelions have no cares, no desires, no desires, they move when the wind blows, and the wind is calm and peaceful.

The summer flowers beside the fence are gorgeous, and the beauty is ethereal. When you explore a flower in bloom, the fragrance is refreshing

Permeated in the wind and rain of the season, warmth is in the lingering memory, you Do you know? I want to take advantage of the wind to send a message: Life is like a song, and the garden is full of flowers

Be like a flower, no matter where you are, no matter what the surrounding environment is, you can still bloom your own beauty and live your own life. Wonderful.