Look, how brilliant the sun is, with beautiful hope, walking on the land of Wanjing, how dazzling, how bright, with a variety of blessings and fearless dedication, writing a piece of love without regrets, confessing so affectionately, walking around, staying in the heart, how tempting and touching the warmth it emitted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Dawn never spoke, we all walked in yesterday's starting point one by one, although their own efforts are very thin, but with the company of Dawn, make their road more exciting, write a brilliant piece, walk their own way, think about yesterday's things, although the spread of thoughts sometimes can't tell clearly, but every step is a beautiful page of reminiscence.

Sun-like love, sprinkled on our body, revealing the display of mood, flashing love, superimposed on the fragile soul, no matter how lonely we are, we are no longer helpless, because of its accompaniment, let us superimpose the beginning of words on the road, the combination of accumulated deeds, although sometimes it is not as easy as I imagined, but after taking the first step, then the road will slowly go far.

Think, walk in the heart, dream in the itinerary, how much picture tenderness gathered in the love of thoughts, gather the taste of talking and laughing, exude the taste of love and hatred, how amazing, how much glory is waiting for a day, how many dreams are set off for this, walking in this season has changed a lot, and a lot of mood has changed because of this.

Can't forget, can't forget, how much time is beautiful to set off for yourself, how much love accompanies you at the dawn of the dawn, writes your own path, records the glorious wandering, walks in your own heart, that is the beautiful harvest, that is the beginning of paying, but also your own response, to obtain the source of knowledge, to get the direction of your dreams.

The sun is warm, the light is great, the wisdom is unlimited, pay but never want to return, so its beauty is incomparable, walking on the road of appointment, it does not leave its side because of sadness, it does not lose its brilliant light because of happiness, tenderness like water, never say sorry, love is horizontal, never say I love you.

What is a light, a line that does not seek truth, does not seek falsehood, refracts without words, never speaks, can be moved by warmth, never tell too many deeds, people are in the dawn of time for their own way, it is recording, never speaking, it is watching, never blocking, it is smiling, no one notices, it is hiding behind the clouds, but some people are looking forward to its appearance.

It sings, the shadow dances, the thoughts spread, the mood talks about the beautiful tune, with the prosperous love, sometimes the self changes for this, sometimes the self sets off on the bright road because of time, thinking about the reminiscence of yesterday, recording today's squandering, with the ignorant sound, to move so no warm place, how much aftertaste.

Sprinkle warmth, but can't stay, dawn appears, but can't speak, leave the winter snow, never change your light for this, lose the light but can be more brilliant, what a beautiful sunshine, walk in front of your eyes, but can go around your heart, you can meet in your dreams, you can meet in words, you can accompany in deeds, you don't stay for time, you don't abandon because of the years.

Red dust and snow, a dream in the mortal world, tears on the edge of the snow, acacia walks beside the dream, there is snow in the dream, there is me in the snow, I hide the dream in my heart, several warm night rains, stepping into my heart cold wind song, twisting people to remember the two lovesickness, the day is on the bridge in the snow, the shadowless snow knocks on the door under the moon, a dream, my heart is alone.

Monofilament snow, two look at each other, can't see the dream in the heart, can't think of the person in the tears, although the snow is cold, but can not freeze the heart of love, although the snow falls, but the lovesickness in the heart has not been reduced, but in the cold wind to see farther, not worried about their own warmth, but looking forward to the distance waiting.

Half of the snow scene and half a drop of love, step by step tenderness into my heart, the shadow into its intention to fall into the residual rain, time cut off the bridge of my heart. A robe is a dream, a lovesick shadow, wearing not clothes, let others see the past, snowflakes are not flowing for lovesickness, but because they are safe, so they feel that they write blessings for the distance, and pray that one day they will have dreams in Hongchen in their memories.

The snow is not cold, the heart is sleepless, the snow is cold, the two look at each other, the fragile snow scene, the beautiful heart, although there are words to accompany you, but there is less of the dance of deeds, sometimes crying, sometimes love, every step is your own lovesick shadow, the shadow does not give up, chasing dreams and infatuation.

Fall in love with snow, not because of its whiteness, but because of its coldness, I think of you and me, pay attention to the past, whenever dawn comes, I feel the shadow of the past, whenever it falls in the evening, I always smile at the future, it is snow, it is snow, although it can't go into my heart, but it can enter my own thoughts, spreading on the edge of destined.

The snow is so difficult, and what I am waiting for is so fragile, I have used all my time, but what I have gained is water droplets, painful heart, am I wrong? Or should I not have accepted the embrace of snow in the first place, although it was a simple encounter, but it made me nostalgic for a lifetime, and what remained in my heart was reminiscence, and I fell in love with its ruthlessness.

When the snow came, it was very quiet, waiting for the sunny place, not knowing what was beautiful and wonderful, and waiting for it to come quietly, I found that it was warmer and more blessed than I imagined.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, not every day I sleep with a dream, not every day I get up to see the snow, but every time I see the learning, it is always so easy to lose, and every time the snow in the dream makes me unable to recall, I miss that day, I miss that dream, there is no snow in the dream, there is no cold at dawn, and my heart is always a little tangled,

The snow can fall to the ground, but the mood can not follow, the time has come, their own starting line has set off with the arrangement, sometimes they always lose when they are thinking about waiting, and in the company of the four seasons, when there is no thought, the appearance of snow has sent comfort and hope.

The snow walked in front of me, fell into the physical and mental dreams, and could not walk by the side of the sun, and I could only carry this voice I gained to find the splendor, show some wonderful, let the unknown feel, let the unknown understand, let the knowing to share the snow together, let everyone feel the direction of the snow.

Snow, snow collection, snow protection, and the greetings of peace brought by snow leave a simple expectation, and a wonderful harvest in my heart. When I got the snow, I felt that hope had come, and I felt that cold warmth, because I don't know when it will be lost. When I think about using time to protect, the weather doesn't allow it, so I can only protect the ruthless and other sadness.

Snow dreams stained with tears,

Purple flies east and becomes sad.

Twice met in a dream,

Indulge in a scene and chase with the snow.