Hey, guys, what's wrong with me? I met you in the most beautiful years, skipped classes and played together, stayed up late playing small lights on the eve of the exam, circulated novels and talked about class gossip together. But what virtue have I accumulated that I met you in the most beautiful years, chasing idols together, taking photos together to keep that happy time, drinking together, and singing our own songs together in the empty night lane.
When we first entered the university campus, we soon became good friends with similar gas fields. We made a promise that we would be good friends for life. In a word, wine has been practiced unintentionally for seven years now. Over the past seven years, I have gradually adapted, from strangeness to tacit understanding, and even a look can convey the information I want to express. I think we are probably the most worthwhile meeting.
Now think about it, four years of school life, vividly, page after page, everything that happened, everything that was said, every scene that was played, as if it happened yesterday. If time can be repeated, I miss you, I want to share a seat with you crazily, I want to listen to microeconomics together, and I want to find graduation photo again. I think there will be college time with you.
Intrigue, intrigue, all kinds of maladjustment when I first entered the society, but the moment I saw you, I forgot everything Since work, I have seldom contacted each other and had little time to get together, but when I started to speak, that kind of intimacy jumped out of my heart unconsciously, and everything went back to the past and the university time when I could play at will. In these two short days, we are no longer bank employees, civil servants, keys, cashiers, workers and accountants. We have removed all identities and disguises and returned to the original team. Funny, intimate, coquetry, and laughter all over the room can't hide our inner joy. A word from these stupid humans will bring the atmosphere to the highest point.
Meeting and parting are unbearable. Parting is also the most painful moment. We agreed not to cry, but to cry when we were apart. The feeling of not giving up is like a burst of water, which is instantly produced and out of control. It's hard to leave. Who knows when we will meet again? When I graduated, everyone was very happy and never came back to leave the campus, but when I was in decibel, after many separations, I was still unwilling to accept me.
Looking at the photos, I remembered our youth and our meeting a few days ago. My heart is sour, and a warm current flows through my cheeks. You are my weakness and the only weakness I guard with a strong appearance.
Sleepless nights, miss the youth flowing away, miss the road with you.
Youth can't be caught in your fingers, years are in your fingers, and you are in your heart.
Youth can't be caught in your fingers, time is in your fingers, you are in your heart, time is thin, and when you look back, time suddenly comes late. I walked into your Qian Shan with my spring. Osmanthus fragrans is sweet, and you will always be my Osmanthus fragrans.
Willow dancing, green willow looking at Lingnan in the misty rain, the clear water is dark, the mountains are green, everywhere in bloom, everywhere fragrant, fragrant overflowing home.
April breeze kisses your face, whose eyebrows are fascinated by the abundant spring scenery and elegant demeanor. My swaying heart, holding a thin pen, piles up the Millennium watch time into a sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.
I printed the most beautiful words in clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus pages, built lines of love poems and sealed them in the long scroll of life.
The wine in Guangxi is soaked in the moonlight, and the morning dew on the fragrant branches and leaves, whose crystal tears quietly moisten Chang 'e's youth? Because I met you, my thin pen can't write much tenderness, and my heart is rippling in the sleepless night sky.
I lost you and my soul in lonely words. Butterfly is drunk for flowers, and wind is drunk for clouds. Who am I drunk for?
In the colors of pink and Li Bai, I expressed a long scroll full of tenderness, whispering in your night; You are the most beautiful scenery in my life, beside the colorful pond, in the spring, in the soft waves full of thoughts.
Looking back on time, how many thoughts passed by? I miss spring breeze, willow breeze, oblique shadow, lazy heart, clear lamp companion, dark night, dull notes and tears of love!
Dream, Yunfei, Bodhi Tree Before the Millennium Buddha, love is deep and rain is exhausted. Who looked back and was drunk? Thousands of lines of poetry, splash ink, who is fascinated by my heart, bloom flowers fall?
Sleeping in the moonlight, I am in your sweet-scented osmanthus dream. Above the moon, there are no fireworks, the stars are far away, under the osmanthus tree, Chang 'e leans against the window, and osmanthus flies. You are a poem, thousands of miles away from your dream.
The flame of red lips, the petals of April passion, one is unrestrained youth, the other is a fragrant smile. There are flowers everywhere. Go to a flower feast.
Who embellished my youth with poetic flying flowers, and who rendered beautiful memory of time in the stirring youth? Even if it is prosperous, osmanthus still smells as good as ever.
I mused, between mountains and rivers, dew moistened the heart of poetry, and I drank up the liquid in spring. Broken bridge blowing willow, cool moonlight, a pot of muddy wine, crossing the world of mortals, time is in a hurry, years are blank. Who is my Jiangnan April? The memory of Jiangnan is green and distant in life.
I interpret the charm in the ink scroll. How many historical misty rains have Jiang Feng, Yu Huo and Hanshan Temple carried? In the eternal blood, the emotion is impassioned, tortuous and gentle, flat and ups and downs, all in the shadow of the paddle sound.
Butterfly dancing bees fly green grass, full of water, beside Qinhuai River, in the shadow of paddle lights, in the moonlight, poetry and the distance, they have been sleeping for thousands of years. An umbrella rain, the flowers are light and dusty, and the residual fragrance is shaken off in the depth of light.
Who crossed my heart and knocked on the door of time? Ruyan Liu's thought is based on sweet-scented osmanthus, with delicate pulse and wind. A light rain blew gently, washing away the fine dust between the eyebrows, and it was another time of spring thinking.
Osmanthus fragrans, who bears the complex of a spring, and I still love this spring deeply, and you will always shine in my moonlight at night.
Spring breeze, flowers smile, who is Jiang Nanan's green and poetic? Poetry points to branches, flowers make spring; Cinnamon is full of moths flying in the sky. I hold the spring breeze in my hand, osmanthus smiles, and the poetic Jiangnan is full of spring.
In the swaying prayer flags, that year, Na Yue, the imprint of rain, in the past story, became graceful and plain. See or not, osmanthus fragrance is in my book of songs. Holding a touch of joy, like water, you are graceful in my quiet time.
Who holds a pot of spring, sweet dreams? I drink Sanjiang snow, and Jiao E Shu Yunyun washes my heart.
The spring breeze smells fragrant, the mountains are clear and the spring scenery is pleasant. Osmanthus fragrans fragrance under the moon, a wisp of acacia, you are the scenery I love all my life.
High mountains and flowing water lead to a song of acacia, but who knows that the implication is golden phoenix Yulu Jieqing? When I miss this world, my heart is already throbbing, and I am intoxicated with the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Beautiful poems, condensed into a wisp of ink, filled with four seasons. An ordinary shadow, quietly together. Time flies, my heart is still warm with a bouquet of fragrance, and sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant in the smooth rhyme.
The fragrance of osmanthus in the red dust intoxicated me. In my dream, I was cold and comfortable in long sleeves. In the wind shadow, I am sleeping with my singing, staying with the years, and enjoying your elegance quietly all my life.
Sword shadow dancing in the drums, sweet-scented osmanthus dream, you are my poem, I walked through the dust of Sui Dynasty, read the elegant rhyme of Tang poetry, appreciate the grace of Song poetry, listen to the beautiful scenery of Yuan Dynasty and read a dream of red mansions.
Empty to the waning moon, savor the fragrance of ink and wash poems, read Tang poetry and Song poetry after closing the book, and shed a gentle sadness in my heart. Outside the window of the small building, there are many flowers in spring, and there are thousands of tears in the mirror. ....
Under the graceful rock, the fragrance at the end of the year is unique, and the songs and poems are long. You have hidden the amorous feelings for thousands of years, and you are a brilliant emerald diamond in the crown of my literary chapter. In my poem, Yuen Long, you used colorful and varied gods to compete with the dreams of the Tang Dynasty, and Song Yuan, and returned to the Tang Dynasty with the same Mengmeng, which is called the Double Wonders.
Your beauty, beautiful blood boiling, beautiful deep feeling. Thousands of years of wind and frost are ruthless. After thousands of years, you are still fresh and fragrant. You are my eternal and fragrant garden.
Memory, walk into your time. Listen, the voice of life.
Whose shadow is reflected in the four seasons osmanthus ribbon? Because I met you, the curtain rain under the eaves was graceful all the way and I looked back a thousand times.
A glass of osmanthus wine, tasting the fragrance of the wine, enjoying the rhyme and elegance of osmanthus, fragrant into the heart, and the shadow of osmanthus in your arms, you made a poem.
Sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, a wisp of acacia Chanjuan, the years are in my fingers, and you are in my heart.
You can't catch youth.
Take off your coat and belt.
When a woman buttons her underwear, it's a little troublesome to touch it with her backhand.
Some women especially like to ask men for help. When the thumb and middle finger quickly fasten the two ends of the clip, the index finger is responsible for keeping the strap properly tight, and the role of the middle finger is to push the bra strap on her back, which will be as easy as snapping your fingers.
When you are full, you will be ready to go, and the joy of boudoir is hidden in this little bit. Maybe she is light. At the moment when the bra falls off, his sight will be like chasing light, as if the whole world has disappeared, leaving only a stunning white and two drops of moving red.
At this time, if a finger touches her, she will tremble like a ripple. Hot and cold, it was ignited.
This is a pair of hands,
Cooperation between several fingers.
Slide the screen gently.
After sliding the screen, the fingerprint can be unlocked. If the hand temperature is not enough, the password you enter happens to be your birthday. Every time I enter, I will miss you again, and every time I make a mistake, I will become patient. That's very kind of you. I'm afraid I'll get amnesia and forget you after I get cancer.
If it is destined to be your mobile phone, it exists in your favorite WeChat. The biggest difference between social software WeChat and QQ is that WeChat can be deleted after sliding.
Swipe left to delete without reading other people's messages.
About the conversation with you, I didn't give up for a long time after the warmth.
There is also the appearance of holding a mobile phone in the left hand and swiping the screen with the middle finger in the right hand, or replying to information or browsing the web. In my opinion, this is a very elegant gesture.
Sliding screen and touching need posture.
These experiences and feelings have taught us how to love and cherish.
However, some words and things can only be locked in a box you know. You can't use fingerprints to unlock it, you can't use passwords, and you can't use keys that you don't even know you will have until one day is ripe.
That's obviously the case,
But it can't be like that.
Think about it, there are always things that can't be done.
Finger language.
May rain, mottled leaves, I sit in memories, tapping code words between my fingers.
Sometimes I feel strange, and suddenly I feel a little wronged. No amount of pride and self-esteem can make up for the emptiness of missing you at that moment. Like a virus, it invades your body, chews off your meat and makes you curl up with cold.
Like longing for a snow and meeting you without warning. If you sit there, talented and interesting people will look better with more value. The lip shape is unimaginable, and the crescent of the finger is just so-so. If you hold my hand when crossing the street, every detail after the finger is locked will become reading comprehension, from which you can interpret various metaphors and hints, and the most important thing is warmth.
Longing for the big palm and the small palm to close, like two Bai Lianhua flowers to be released, warm and quiet. How I hope that the meeting with my fingers clasped can be replaced by mutual love that I have longed for all my life.
The humility brought by love always makes people blush.
It seems that after the final version of pS, he began to feel that there is a peerless independent person qualified to accompany him.
When you exercise, you have the motivation to improve yourself.
You are beautiful, and you are moving forward in the colorful years.
Look at the books he has read, the movies he has seen and the scenery he has been to.
It is only slowly discovered that you begin to appreciate the flawless person in pS in your imagination.
The once spring flowers and autumn moon are still melancholy and blurred, just staying in time. In my memory and fingers, I have hidden the intoxication of youth for a long time, and finally some of them drifted away with the wind and some fell asleep.
Some people say,
Happiness is the interlocking of fingers,
Walk into each other's hearts.
May you and your loved ones,
You can lock your fingers, two of the same kind.
The classic quotations of the years flow through your fingers.
If prosperity is ruined, let me have a good sleep.
You have seen too many beautiful scenery, but you are lost in every short time on the map.
Life is only a few decades, and the most important thing is to satisfy yourself, not to please others.
Years passed through my fingers, and I felt my star slowly falling from the orbit.
Can anyone see through your bluff and cherish your cowardice?
Be Liu Bei because Zhuge Liang is mixed with him.
Give me a lifetime of stability, and I promise you a lifetime of prosperity.
You can even sigh as beautiful as a smile. How can I draw you so sad?
You love someone so much because you don't love yourself enough.
My wings, burned by tears, can't fly to heaven.
Don't say love easily. A promise is a debt.
A story that can never be returned, a time that can never be seen again.
If heaven is too crowded, then we will go to hell together.
I am just a child who shines with the stars and is lonely with the night.
It is not up to us to decide who is who. God has arranged it.
You don't know that your heart is being swallowed up by you.
Parting and reunion are the dramas that are constantly staged in life. If you get used to it, you will no longer be sad.
Learn to smile and not cry, but still learn not to forget him.
No matter how beautiful it is, it can only happen once.
People who live in heaven and earth go against the way of all things ... People who live in time are passers-by for hundreds of generations ... If he lives in a dream, he will be happy for geometry ... ...
My garden is in early spring, and I have loved this life for a long time. If you and I depend on each other as butterflies, Yaomei is a gentleman, the other side is full of flowers, and Yuan Zi is looking back alone!
The only reason is that the newcomer laughs. Who heard the old man cry?
The so-called loyalty is only because the chips of betrayal are not enough.
I saved flowers all over the coast for you, but you confiscated his tenderness behind your back.
It turns out that eternity is just a misunderstanding.
That year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die.
If it's just like seeing you for the first time, there's no need to leave sentimentally.
A hug that made me stand up, across the distance of the Milky Way.
Flowers are like flowers, and life is gone forever.
There may be no turning back, so I will go straight ahead and never look back.
Should I count your thoughts with the stars, or should I count the stars in the sky with you
I am wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, and I hope I can't forget it.
Who remembers, who said it first, loves me forever.
We always ask for our other half. Remember, he is just your other half.
When love is hysterical, you can leave it, because that love has been fragmented.
The world is sometimes lonely and needs another kind.
Hide the wind without a trick.
Sad leaves, sad leaves. If the heart is like a double screen, there must be a Qian Qian knot.
I will always protect you for tomorrow's happiness.
If I hadn't loved and tasted tenderness.
Don't let yourself fall in love with another person just to forget one person.
Kneeling, standing, jumping, all have to live.
Please forgive my indifference to your disguise, because you let me know that the deepest love is the most silent.
In fact, what kind of crime is puppy love? I still don't understand.
When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation?
Maybe I will love you again when the weather clears up.
Talking to loneliness, I just don't want to believe that I have left.
A tolerant person is not stupid, but cruel to himself. Since love can't be kept at a constant temperature, then the blessing will be left to your next person.
The lost years are carved into youth that will never return.
I think I can pretend not to have loved, and let the tears warm me in the cold night.
Like water, I cannot stop thinking about it; The falling iris makes you gentle all your life.
People have already left, and the past is unbearable. Love is over, and I lose my mind every day.
You have no sleep; I thought I had no intention of falling asleep and invited the bright moon; * * * After drinking half a cup of turbid wine, I feel like the moon, longing for the moon, feeling lonely, and feeling cold without the moon.
Cry for you, laugh for you, and spend the years quietly for you.
I'm not afraid to tell you the truth in your heart.
Youth has no horizon, and it is the most beautiful paradise in my heart.
In this tearful farewell season, I am very cold.
Be nice to me, okay? I hope your feelings for me will be as good as they are now all your life.
The more you want to keep something, the easier it is to lose something.