I love you with your hair and your fingers black, and I love your buds that are full of your cheeks and fingertips. I know you are unruly and understand your style. I also understand you, and I don’t want to show your integrity and character until you hold a knife and keep your dew.
You are the sister of snow, the same ice skin, the same jade bones, what is the connection between hearts? Therefore, the fragrance is combined with the white soul, and the pure hearts are deeply planted in the broad and simple earth and the hearts of lovers with plum bones and snow!
I love the inconspicuous tiny.
I love you a clear little daughter look! Flowers that are about to fly with edges and corners are growing in the plump branches and leaves. My dear, this is early winter, aren’t you afraid? Is the fruits offered only strong and hot enough? Not necessarily, the hot background is the initial tenderness, while the strong tone is tenacity.
If the spring scenery is full of swelling and tender desire, then in the poetic autumn and early winter, the quietness that makes people feel unpleasant.
looked around and there was no leaf without any harm.
I love the leaf growing on the meristem branches. She is a leaf that has hurt her hair and her heart. She has a moving red and swaying posture.
I think that was a baby, forced to be separated from the mother's body, she grabbed the cuffs of the tree mother's clothes with her little hands;
I think that was a lover, forced to part with her lover, she touched her beautiful forehead, she stroked her trembling fingertips, and she kissed her goodbye with her bright red lips...
But, the wind raised the decibels of the tone, and the baby, that lover, had to leave, parted gently, and fell heavily. I heard them crying bitterly, and they also heard my heart crying bitterly...
Yes, not everyone can hear the crying sound in Ye Jie, just like not everyone can hear the crying sound in my heart.
I am sure that Ye Zi’s heart is in harmony with mine, and we can hear each other’s cry loudly.
In fact, our crying was originally very loud, but it often manifested as laughter among people. Even if we cry, it was silent, because there was almost no suitable place except the pillow for crying.
I also love the place where I used blue and white cotton coats, white blue skirts, and red black skirts to accompany the four seasons. I love the blanket that is thicker and thicker as I put on, and love the vast bed that is warmer and warmer, and the wind and eyes are prepared!
Want to lie down, never get up, and the world has nothing to do with me anymore, but the sick person who is so hot that his palms and feet are so hot that he is afraid that he will ignite the fire of love that cannot be curbed. This is the last bit of rationality that has not yet been terminally ill.
Oh, and moonlight!
I saw it when I turned around. She was not in the Lihentian, but in the low, distant southwest, and a bright silver turn in the southwest!
When I pass through the gaps in the branches and want to look closely, I hide in the clouds again. A naughty woman, do you have to wait until the song ends and people disperse before you can get out of the clouds?
I love that pool of quiet water. She has the heart to shelter, shelter the steps of returning from wandering, and also the lights wearing gold and silver on the shore.
No one will think of anyone, but you must not forget yourself.
If you go above the clouds and beside the moon, overlooking the world, will you see all the bustling and busyness, and in the end, it is just a light and empty?...
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