First, I wrote ten thousand love words, the line is you, it is better to say that the rest of my life is you.
Second, I will only be with you in this life, so it is not a waste.
Third, how to say it? I treat you like a selfish child treating the candy in the palm of his hand, holding it in his hand, happy to see it, and even if it is dissolved, he will not give it to others.
Fourth, wake up every morning and see that you and the sunshine are there, this is the future I want.
Fifth, love at first sight, not to like you at a glance. But after taking a look, I never forgot you again.
Sixth, the galaxy is boiling hot, you are the ideal of the world; the world is impermanent, you are the world; the people are mediocre, you are the starlight of the world; everything is floating, you are the way back in the world.
Seventh, you look good, even if you look good, but you look like what I like, let me be good, can only put you in my heart.
I want to accompany you to see the beauty of the world, and then tell you that they are not as good as one in ten thousand of you.
Nine, like you, not because you look good, but because you gave me a feeling that others can't give me at a special time.
I don't know why I love you, I just know that you are the only reason I don't love others.
I love three things, the sun, the moon, and you, the sun for the day, the moon for the night, and you for myself.
Let me clumsily like you, from beard to immortality, from one leaf to zhiqiu, and then, riding a white horse, to make a home in the sea of people.
Thirteen, I don't want to hit the south wall, I just want to hit the chest of the boy.
Fourteen, the green mountains are not as long as your eyebrows, the water is not as clear as your eyes, across the landscape and several rains, I only need one you in my life.
Fifteen, like the time comes, in fact, it is not so grand. But it was just a breeze, two bowls of light tea. Three points of spring color is not timely, four wild lights people. Five or six moments of thinking of you, the heart is flustered up and down.
Sixteen, with you, I do not lack anything, no matter how wild my heart is, I also know how to refuse.
The rest of your life is too long, I want to hold your hand and accompany you around; life is too long, I want to hold your arm and accompany you to watch the sunset.
The one who makes you cry is the one you love the most; the one who understands your tears is the one who loves you the most; the one who wipes your tears for you is the last person to stay with you. I wish all three of these people were you.
Nineteen, love letter to you, love words to you, the rest of your life to give you one.
Twenty, I once thought of loving while walking, anyway, there are many people. Later, I found weakly that I couldn't love while walking, and you alone blocked the sea of people.
Second, like a person can not be hidden at all, just like the sunrise and sunset, the sea rises and retreats, it is such a natural thing. Even if you try to cover up, but your gentleness and eyes have already betrayed yourself, you really like him.