She is like water in my tenderness, constantly growing and sprouting, constantly blossoming and bearing fruit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I gave her nourishment, and she also gave me a large expanse of beautiful golden yellow and a lingering faint floral fragrance.

In Gangnam, when it rains, the sky is always foggy and wet. The rain was dense and gentle. I walked slowly in the narrow alleys of Jiangnan, as if I was looking forward to an unexpected encounter. On a rainy day in June, the sky was gray, and on the other side of the alley, she walked slowly towards me with a small purple umbrella and a cheongsam inlaid with a lilac pattern. She is really the girl with lilacs in Dai Wangshu's pen, as beautiful as lilacs, exuding a faint fragrance like lilacs.

Before I knew it, I had met her many times in the rain alley. Her soft long hair hung down to her waist, and her watery eyes were rippling with shyness and kindness. She has fair skin, a delicate nose, and sensual red lips. She smiled at me, laughing at the country, and then laughing at the city. (

If you say, the first time you see it, it's amazing, and if you say goodbye, you fall in love. One day in June, when it was misty and rainy, we met again in the alley. We all looked at each other and smiled, as if there was a tacit understanding, a kind of heart and soul that let us understand each other's minds. I took your hand and walked out of the rain alley to the lotus pond.

At this time, the lotus pond is full of green and fat lotus leaves, and it is full of beautiful and moving lotus flowers. She was one of them, and her white face was a light pink. She remembered Li Qingzhao's words: Returning to the boat at night, straying into the depths of the lotus flowers, fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, and startling a shoal of gulls and herons! In this way, we often talk about Tang and Song poems, as if Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo in Cambridge, talented and beautiful, and they love each other.

The wind in the south of the Yangtze River blows gently, and we snuggle tightly by the lotus pond, chanting poems, dancing to figure out the shadows, how it seems to be in the world! Because of her, I fell in love with the wind in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, and the flowers and plants in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter where I am in the south of the Yangtze River, it is the "city" where I want to live. She said that she will not leave Jiangnan, because Jiangnan is a beautiful place with stories, and many poems and songs are born because of the mountains and rivers in Jiangnan.

I chose to be born in Jiangnan, and I will live in the city of Jiangnan for the rest of my life, and I will grow old with her in the city and love her for the rest of my life. We met, met, fell in love and stayed together in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River. We cherish this fate. Once you fall in love, you will love it to the end and never give up. We need to protect each other sincerely. Because, not every relationship is so beautiful, not every she is so unique, worthy of my love for a lifetime, not every place is like Jiangnan that makes people fall in love at first sight.

I have known her for a few days, watching her slowly get better, I feel extremely comforted, holding her hand and walking on the far road, telling her to always be with her.

Sitting in that familiar corner of the classroom, everything is still as quiet as ever, looking back at the bits and pieces of getting along, sometimes intoxicated, sometimes stumbling, sometimes pondering for a long time, a long time......

I feel like I'm great! I live so comfortably, I wander in the sky like the wind all day long, I don't have any intention of stopping, looking at the silver flowers in the sky, so I have no reason to leave. She was so comfortable to me, it made me have the urge to love someone well, wandering through her spiritual world, looking at the gaze eyes, and accidentally falling into her dreams.

I haven't seen the heavy snow until now, maybe it's because of love and some reservations! The haze of the past few days has made my breathing a little difficult, and the whole blood has been invisibly expanding, and it has been uncomfortable for some days, but I have never felt such pain, I only feel that the days of snow are so intoxicating, and her trace of affection is intoxicated with the nerves of the whole body, even if I twist the root of my thigh, it will not arouse such discomfort. I love her, I like her to be by my side every day, taste her taste, kiss her skin, and let the pieces of silver fall on my lonely heart. The breeze blew on her cheeks, the silver flowers fluttered, and looking at her naturally smiling face, her heart became so comfortable. Two lonely hearts, colliding and giving birth to flowers, dissolved into each other's bodies, turned into scorching blood, and flowed to the place where there is a heart.

A letter from afar, sent a long-term bond, recalling the days of wind and snow, I have a long-cherished wish to be with each other. Between the lines, on the clear paper, a Honghong ink is beating, very much like the flying snow in the sky, setting off the existence of the wind, the snowflakes do not float, the wind does not fall, where does the wind and snow come from? I am sure that I am a wisp of cool wind, blowing the trees, so cold, let me stop in the snowy winter, look at the eyes full of silver, I thought of the fantasy of the past, want to leave my mark on the snow-white skin, let the snowflakes pave the letterhead, leave the confession of the wind and clouds, love the snow, the snow is warmer than the snow, because the snow and the wind linger, will release heat, this is the inherent law of nature.

I just helped her complete a task, and I know that I can't help her much, and I still have to do it well. I don't know how, but when I introduced her to the students, I was happy and proud. Standing in the snowy scene, there is no need to deliberately render, there is naturally wind there in the snowy season.

I once fantasized about strolling and playing in the snow with a girl with a scarf, and the comfort of playing in the room made a lover beautiful. I love her, not because of how lonely I am, but because I think that the snow scene is too beautiful. Maybe it is the wind that outlines the icy flowers, which are more gorgeous and colorful under the sun, and I like her purity, gentleness and heartiness, she moistens the sleeping earth with her soul, so that every dead soul can accumulate energy again. I also thought that my appointment with Xue'er was so incredible, it seemed to be accidental, but I felt that it was inevitable. Maybe we are having the same dream, maybe what she needs is what I give, maybe she is lonely, she came as promised, and she analyzed the profound meaning of this storm.

The wind and clouds are still comfortable, and the falling flowers and flowing water are with each other. At the beginning of the story, they are familiar with the ending of the story, and to what extent they understand each other tacitly. Dare to ask if there is such a perfect encounter in the world? A look will tell you what you are thinking, a single action, you will know what you are going to do, a high degree of integration between hearts and minds, a high degree of synchronization of thoughts, if you don't love her, who do you love?

The bright moonlight casts a silvery white, and the brightest star speaks. Every time I get off work, I always see the brightest star,