Wishes are restless, chaotic and abandoned, and I smell it when I am not born at the right time. Fenggu Zhixi carries on the past and forges ahead into the future, and it is difficult to say what he wants to cover.

Gu Zhicheng University inquirer. There are three realms that must be passed: one last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world.

The second clothes belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and made people haggard for Yi. The three people looked for her thousands of times, but suddenly looked back at the person who was in the lamplight.

When you think about it, it's really like that. It was as if he had walked into a Jedi with mountains and rivers, and when he had been unable to find his way after a long journey, he suddenly opened up in front of him and found the winding path.

At this time, I am afraid that the happiness and joy in our hearts really cannot be described in the right words.

Career and learning are like this, but what about beautiful feelings? At the age of youth and dreaming, we may all dream of meeting a person who we like, watching the moon and listening to the wind, holding hands and walking through the four seasons of flowers and flowers.

Just for this beautiful and practical dream, we waited lonely and happy. Wait for that one day she or him in your heart will come to you.

Maybe when you are tired of waiting, and your heart is about to have no hope, that beautiful feeling really came quietly and quietly without you knowing.

Thousands of times to seek, thousands of times and hundreds of times, suddenly looking back at the person you like is not far away with a spring breeze smile waiting for you.

It is beautiful to have an ideal relationship, and it is even better to have a love that has experienced loneliness, haggardness, etc. Maybe the feelings are always indescribable, so it makes people think about it and toss and turn.

It will make it the most difficult for people to rest in the warm and cold season, and pouring three glasses and two light wines can't eliminate the faint lovesickness in their hearts, but they smile and hide that they can't compete with the rush that night.

I don't know from which day, there is a faint bond in the bottom of my eyebrows, and I don't know from which moment when I think of a person, a faint smile will float on my mouth.

I don't know when a vague shadow will fall like a light feather in a dream. I don't know where to start, I don't know where to say it clearly, as if spring is gone, and summer has come quietly for a long time.

A tangled relationship sometimes comes into your heart inexplicably and unnoticed.

A true affection is pure, noble, and sincere. Two people who are in love are equal, trusting, and inclusive.

To truly appreciate a person is to appreciate all of that person, perfect or imperfect. If you like a person, you don't like the aura of that person's appearance, power and materiality, but more importantly, the ease, happiness and carefree when you get along.

What is more important is the tacit understanding of the soul and the warmth like a spring breeze. Feelings are a green vine, connected with each other's admiration, day and dream, wind and rain, thousands of miles are bound by this vine of constant feelings.

How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, and a few romantic characters still look at the present dynasty.

You don't see the high hall, the mirror is sad, the white hair is like green silk turning into snow at dusk, you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky and flowing to the sea and never returning.

Grape wine luminous cup, wine is not drunk people are drunk, thousands of calls began to come out, still hugging the pipa half covering the face, want to drink the pipa immediately urge, since ancient times autumn sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than the spring dynasty, a crane in the clear sky on the clouds, then lead the poetry to the blue sky, the garden of spring can not be closed, a branch of red apricot out of the wall, drunk lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, the ancient war a few people back.

Fantasy.