First, the world needs to be reasonable, and I am most partial to you.
Do you know the difference between you and the game? The game made me addicted for a while, and you made me addicted for a lifetime.
Third, I didn't understand things before, and I liked you casually, but now I am mature, and after careful consideration, I still like you.
Your past, I don't want to ask, that is your business; your future, I hope to participate, this is my honor.
Fifth, can you take the time to spoil me as a spoiled little princess in your busy schedule?
I dare not say that I will like you all my life, at least in the years when I can see you, I only want to be good to you alone.
Seventh, I have nothing of value, and the only one who can give my hand is me. Generously send you up, no need to return.
In fact, I don't quite understand many truths in the world, but as long as you are here, even if time is corrupt, nothing is too bad.
Nine, you ask me how much I like you, I can't say it. But I knew in my heart that I'd rather argue with you than love someone else.
X. I am a tacky person, seeing the mountains and the mountains, seeing the sea, thanking you for your appearance, I have been proud for many years.
Eleven, I have been tired of being a cute girl, and suddenly I want to be your wife.
I like the feeling of being tired of being with you, not that there will always be endless topics together, but that even if you don't talk together, you won't feel embarrassed.
I want to give you the best in the world, but I find that the best in the world is you.
I don't care how many people you have loved in the past, what you have done, I just want you to love me well in the days after you choose me.
Fifteen, you are a tree blossom, a swallow, whispering between the beams, you are love, is warmth, is hope, you are the April day on earth. - Murong Xi
Sixteen, you are the reason for all my inferiority and timidity, and it is also the reason why my moths are fighting fires and drawing hell.
Seventeen, whether it is a ghost who has lost his mind, or whether it is destined by heaven. In short, being able to know you is the greatest joy of my life.
Eighteen, you are the fireworks of the world, the most touching my mortal heart, when you are, you are the sun, I can't turn my eyes, when you are not there, I bow my head, no one looks.
Nineteen, hello, if you have time, I will make a private life.
Twenty, the encounter always nodded, want to say that it is always difficult to open, the moment the eyes intersect, I have felt your tenderness and my heartbeat.
I also want to write you a love letter, wrapped in brown paper from the seventies, without too much pretentious words between the words, nor with the addition of the atmosphere of the ranking sentence, just a simple statement of the weather season, and then slowly tell you that I really like you.