Close the e-book, my mind full of beautiful love stories, but I fell into inexplicable loneliness, opened the calendar boredly, and saw the three special light red small characters on Valentine's Day, like three red ants. I suddenly realized that it was Valentine's Day again.
A text from Ms. Yang Jiang suddenly flashed in my mind: "I hope I can become a stone, standing on the mountain, watching the small dot. I asked myself: Are the stones on the mountain a "husband-looking stones" that women have become? I really don't want to move anymore, I hope it will become a stone, watching the boat that I can't see."
My eyes were wet, my upper abdomen was blocked, and I sucked my nose. It turned out that the most profound love was to watch!
99 roses cannot express the loyalty of love; a movie cannot embrace it forever.
The river is facing the night, hold your shoulders and guard until the sunset, until old age. This is the most beautiful destination of love.
I couldn't fall asleep, so I opened Mr. Yang Jiang's "We Three" again, and the warm scenes were like before my eyes.
Mr. Yang Jiang starts with a dream, first immersing the reader in a gray hazy world, then slowly unfolds, and a clear picture is displayed in front of her.
A burst of laughter came from the room: Qian Zhongshu pranks, a stack of large dictionaries on the head of my daughter's bed was placed on it, and a small stool with four legs facing the sky was placed on it, and a pair of dusty leather shoes stood upright on the feet of the stool - it was obviously what A Yuan had just taken off after returning home. One shoe was stuffed with a pen holder, which contained A Yuan's brush, paintbrush, pencil, ballpoint pen, etc., and the other shoe was stuffed with a broom handle that swept the bed.
Along the pillow is the big schoolbag that A Yuan brought home. Next are books of all sizes placed horizontally, and behind them are dragging my long "shoehorn" for A Yuan, which is probably the tail.
Ayuan stood in the middle of the bed and desk, blocking her father between the desk and the piano. A Yuan said proudly, "Get it on the spot!!"
Qian Zhongshu pretended to be afraid, and shrank himself so hard that he could no longer shrink. He kept shouting "Mom, mom, save me." How could this look like a great scholar? Where is the appearance of a father? He is clearly a child, which is probably the legendary old naughty boy.
Thinking about the beginning, Yang Jiang and Qian Zhongshu moved to their new home, learned to cook, and discussed poetry with each other. This was the romance of the romantic love of the couple, and the couple was deeply in love with each other.
In fact, in love, you can not only enjoy the deep affection of the romantic, romantic, and love, but also withstand the husband's singing of the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
However, in reality, most people live a mess. It’s not that life is difficult, but that the two have no common preferences as a basis. Life is not just about the food, rice, oil and salt, and life is no longer spiritually.
Valentine's Day, why not accompany her to read " Three Us ".
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