In the corner, love has returned

The spring snow fell, scattered with vitality. Your shallow smile at the slight corner finally drew a satisfactory end to me waiting in the dim light. Time passes, and the hourglass of time never stops. At the corner of love, you meet you by shoulder. You say that you are sent by God to find your own harbor at the corner of love. Your arrival is like a spring breeze at night, with thousands of trees and pears Blooming. Unconsciously, the Vine enters my heart, sowing a seed of love, expecting its root and germination. On the morning of spring, the sky was covered with layers of shallow and soft veils, accompanied by the running Snow, which reminded me of my deep lovesickness. I looked down at the window and stared at the eyes of the heavy snow and your distant snow falling lips, no time to greet, instantly melt in my heart; Snow falling fingers, no time to feel her warmth, instantly into the embrace of the Earth; At this moment, I just want to take advantage of the snow falling moment, tell the pure love deep in your heart. I met you, maybe it was you and me who looked back five hundred times in the past life, and then changed to meet each other once in this life; Maybe it was a thousand years of waiting, in exchange for this time of brilliant red dust, perhaps it is the reincarnation of 18 times of life, in exchange for this unexpected encounter. Life is like a dream, and the red dust is in turmoil. How many times have you stopped and stopped, and how many times have you looked back instantly, which has already been destined to love in this life. The call of each other in the deep heart, therefore, the collision of two hearts, after all, in exchange for a day destined fate. Caviar to the general, the warm Earth warmed my heart even more. I gently held the seed that took root and sprouted in the heart of love, waiting for your rain to pour. I want to thank spring and the snow in Yangchun for letting me know that there is more warmth of love in spring. But I also expected that in the rainy season, we listened to the sound of raindrops dropping on the eaves, looked at the bluestone alley splashed with water, and then hid under an oiled paper umbrella, feel the beautiful artistic conception of the rain. When missing turns into words, when words turn into imagination, I find that I am not the original me; When love is integrated into the soul, when the soul becomes a vassal, I can no longer control myself; When the spring rain lasts, what is the love of spring rain and snow? When the snow falls without trace, maybe we stand on the top of the red dust and enjoy the happiness we bring to each other. Once again, I was leaning towards Xuan, and I was still looking at Railing. The spring snow was still falling. In Yi Xi, I seemed to hear your familiar voice. Who knows, the memory at this moment Yingman my mind, I want to say ten thousand words to you that I love you, but finally it is blocked in my throat, which does not mean my silent confession. The man didn’t shed tears lightly, but he didn’t go to the sad place. But at this moment, he stood listening to the sound of snow falling. The missing was far beyond his sadness. He always warned himself that there was always someone missing you silently in the distance, tears for you. The best memory of my life is to meet you. Maybe there are eyes in the sky. In this snowy spring, I carefully collected the tears of my life and then strung them together into glittering strings, put it on your Chuchu Jade neck and let you wear it for a lifetime. In the spring when we stand in each other’s arms and snow thousands of miles apart, I want to continue the shallow love that we meet at the corner of love. I only wish that the seed of love in my heart is full of vitality. Now, although you have not given me the promise that the sea is dry and the rocks are broken, I will not give up easily. I am full of expectation and clinging to another kind of waiting in my life, that is: I hold your hand, together with each other to send away the morning clock and the evening drum.

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