In the spring of a season, we will be together for Qing.

Looking back once passed by, when I met you in this life, my life was gorgeous and colorful. The attachment after that meeting was as delicate as the gentle breeze of Yangchun, deeply tightened each other’s hearts. In the silent circulation of time, that moment becomes a beautiful memory. At the first sight, each other’s wisp of tenderness was like a boat, finally finding the harbor of berthing. From then on, the heart was no longer lonely and confused. The day of love was as beautiful as the blooming flowers in spring. When I returned to the first place, I had been together for more than a year, seemingly short but long, have you ever left an intoxicating smile on the other side in this season? I still remember the joy you bloomed in the flowers of that season, which was the key to through your eyes each other. I only hope that the joy of this season will stay in my heart forever. At this moment, gently tap the laughter of love and let it live in this season’s flowers and make it beautiful forever. The crowd looked for him QbAidu, but the man was in the dim light. It was known that you were the yi ren I was searching. The romantic date, the fingers of a long time, tightly clasped each other’s deep love heart; The affectionate look at each other, the long-time dependence, seemed to see the expectation once; Gentle language, refreshing, listening to the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai’s butterfly flying on that day. Time is like a song, taking away the dribs and drabs of life, and the hurried steps are like a runaway horse, running for tomorrow, the scenery that once passed by, running in the sun, waiting in the wind and rain is so fast for me. In this season of Jinse spring, there are always too many sweetness and warmth between you and me around each other. I once remembered a poem like Tagore whose eyes were raining for her, but her heart was holding an umbrella for her. It undoubtedly explains the true love without complaint or regret, which is the resonance generated by mutual induction. For Yi, people are Haggard, and the belt is getting wider and wider without regret. Along the way, in the world of mutual love, the heavy and sweet love is always romantic and happy. Fireworks are easy to be cold, and there is quicksand between fingers. That is just a temporary wording. In fact, love can bloom forever, and love will definitely shine in my heart for a lifetime. The red dust has you, the red dust has love, the heart and the heart are intertwined, the love and the love are linked together, the two hearts are happy, this love lasts forever. But the insurmountable distance lengthens the time when we get together, no matter how many sizes we can’t measure, but the Hearts are intertwined with each other, which is destined to meet each other, the attachment of each other. The journey of love comes hand in hand, without asking the hot summer and cold winter, without asking the oath of eternal love, just for the common mutual dependence; Without asking for the dry seas and the broken rocks, just for the life forever. I will never let you turn around and make you happy in the spring of the next season.

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