Teenagers are sitting under the blooming cherry trees, their hair is black, and the skin around their necks is as delicate as beautiful porcelain.
There are faint white clouds floating in the air.
Metasequoia trees soar into the sky, setting off the blue sky exceptionally high. With a little wind, the fragrance of the trees drifts in the wind.
5. A breeze, petals gently falling, crystal clear as snow, finely broken.
6. The air is suddenly filled with tension, anxiety and expectation that the best actress will be born soon.
7. She stared at him, too. Her eyes are dim and deep. Between his fingers, her face is like a shining jewel.
8. The sunset is drunk. The sky is full of sunset glow.
9. An idyllic tablecloth with a red check on a white background, shiny silver tableware, white roses in a narrow-necked vase, a red sofa chair, and a violinist playing romantic and passionate music.
10. Dance lightly and confidently, and the tenderness and rigidity at the beginning of the dance have gradually disappeared. I don't know when she suddenly turned into an elegant and beautiful swan.
1 1. There is hatred and suffocation in the fundus.
12. His aristocratic temperament, elegant and charming manners, sexy and lazy smile on his lips and sparkling eyes are like a dazzling white light. As long as there is Luo, everything else in the world will disappear in an instant.
13. White roses give off a delicate fragrance.
14. Wearing a bright red thin shoulder skirt and a shiny gold sequined necklace around her neck, Wei 'an walked in with her back straight like a proud princess.
15. Her mouth was slightly open, her face was blank and she didn't know what to say.
16. She slowly stroked the black cat's body, and a strange expression gradually deposited in her eyes, as if she could see the faint white fog in the yard, the blooming cherry trees, the cool bluestone platform, the crystal fingers plucking the guitar strings in the moonlight, and the beautiful teenagers like fairies.
17. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks like a river.
These are the sentences in Summer of Bubbles. Happiness is like a bubble in summer, fragile but beautiful. If I could go back in time, I would definitely choose loneliness and silence. Loving someone is as plain as water, but missing someone is heartbreaking. Your words are like a sword, cutting me to pieces at the same time. Ignorant years, we are the past.