If the world of mortals dreams, dreams lead the soul.

The bluest day I have ever seen is the day when I first met you.

Dawn took away the last trace of gloom.

My love for you is as indestructible as the Eiffel Tower.

Misunderstanding is like a mirror, what is reflected in the pupil is always the most real and illusory.

Happiness has an outline, but you say my love has become a shackle.

Hazy moonlight, the ending is forgotten.

Suddenly I want you to take me away, away from all the noise, and find a non-smoking area.

Rain is the dream of clouds, and clouds are the past lives of rain.

I look back step by step, the mountain is the eyes of an old friend, and the willow is a slender hand. It's hard to walk step by step after meeting you.

Late autumn, the end of the season, autumn chrysanthemum withers.

Disappear in the most gorgeous place with the slightest sound.

Enthusiastic, looking at flowers in the fog. With the fragrance of rain, love is charming in dreams.

If everything is based on a good beginning and the ending is the sadness of the background, then I would rather not start.

C The remaining 2 1 g soul is the pose mode of my last love for you. レ

After all, you're not? Renminbi? Can't let everyone like it!

Self-directed and self-performed, that wanton heart.

If I can't stay together longer, I'll drink. Can you give me a good dream after waking up?

Looking back and smiling, my eyes are full of laughter, and thousands of flowers are spoiled.

I turn my back on the world and look for your whole bright starry sky.

The best revenge is not hatred, but heartfelt indifference. Why hate an irrelevant person?

Clouds on the horizon erased the faint sadness. Maybe I should learn to reconcile waiting and melancholy.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Life is short, we should learn to cherish it and grasp it. Don't leave your feelings and your love for the next life.

Things are like running water, but the memory is so short, the inner sea water is no longer turbulent, and the tide recedes.

The meal at home is for living, and the meal at school is for survival.

Flowers are speechless. It has its own fragrance. I am speechless. Can only wait! !

In Meihua Village under Luofu Mountain, jade snow is bone and ice is soul.

Cherry blossoms wither in the continuous spring rain, and their faces are no longer sad.

It is better to be a passer-by with dreams than to be a passer-by who does not return.

Fingers are sunny, who can't bear it?

There will always be one or two people, when we are at our best, frozen into a sign of ignorance.

Snowflakes, flying in the air, like the day we first met, are light and soft, simple, pure and white, like your symbol!

Time, space and happiness are intertwined, and we, each other, pass by. ......................................................................................................................................................

I want to cook snow and tea with you, with white heads all over the world and lights everywhere, and go home at sunset.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, ten miles of thyme, bursts of flowers, bursts of you, three miles of breeze, three miles of road, step by step in the wind, step by step.

Don't be a rose, be a weed in your heart. A little moisture will grow wildly, and it will grow again after burning.

You are at the top of the mountain and I am in the river. I can't see, but I can't forget.

Be a person with preference, be generous in this life, not rely on mountains and rivers, and hope to stick to it.

I look back step by step, the mountain is the eyes of an old friend, and the willow is a slender hand. It's hard to walk step by step after meeting you.

I'm still a blank sheet of paper in front of you. After meeting you, I became a pile of love letters. ~

Life is slow and time flies. I want to wander with you, from north to south, from peace to decline.

I am waiting for the wind, and I am waiting for you. White tea means happiness, nothing else. I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you.

Be a girl, always love spring, put poetry in your heart and put frost on your face.

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

I still like you very much, like the afterglow before sunset, and I can't bear to leave.

I want to write my love for you in mountains and rivers, even the air I breathe is sweet, and my smell is all around you, so I want to occupy all of you.

Secret love is the wind, love is the tsunami, and love is the sea. Lovely, this is an island.

It's a pity that you are used to riding the strongest horse and drinking the strongest wine. After all, we still have to ride to the west wind.

When the wind blows away the petals, it is too late to smell the flowers. When people have gone far, they hope to recover.

Listen to the wind, draw two figures and say that Sansheng is lucky to meet you.

The meeting is spring breeze, so it is you. Love is the height of mountains and waters, and finally you.

You are a tourist in the deep mountains. You love to travel around the world, and you are affectionate by nature. I am a cat keeper in the market. I don't watch passers-by change lovers.

Wandering children, there are sunny and rainy rivers and lakes. I wish you a dream of being a horse and living everywhere forever.

The sun shines brightly in spring, and the mountains in summer are like blue sky. Autumn is simple and winter is fierce. They are all willing to follow your looks.

I am an unknown thief. I stole your name at dusk to make wine. One drink is a lifetime. I'm drunk.

Migratory birds with unknown addresses come and go from south to north. After this dream, they all become double-tongued birds, crying twice and laughing twice.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, the years are smooth and the world is red and purple. Why don't you give me a dog and a horse?

I still like you very much, like an old friend who has been waiting for many years, standing alone.

You are a tourist in the mountains, you love the whole world while walking, and you are affectionate by nature, while I am a catwoman in the market, and I can only love one person in my life.

How I want to be your deer, watch the sunrise with you, spend a long afternoon, and then walk through a long night together.

I still like you, like the wind has gone eight thousand miles, regardless of the date of return.

July evening breeze, swinging under the moon, poet Tyr, raise my cup, I ask the moon; Couples walk around the world arm in arm, alone, with mixed feelings and irrelevant feelings.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers and death as?