#我来唠家常#
The stars are dotted, can I meet you across the galaxy, wait for a long time, sprout new sprouts in my heart, hear happiness whispering in my ears, talk and laugh between the flowers and the four seasons, joy hidden in the bottom of my heart, like the wind has walked thousands of miles, just to walk with you.
Love is a gentle transit of the scenery, into the eye, into the heart, the tenderness of the fingertips, without hesitation, the time is written in the years of quiet, that glance is a lifetime, in the silent night, follow the footsteps of memory, bloom incomparably beautiful flowers.
Gently pluck the heartstrings, at this moment, all the good things come for you, the days pass in different spaces, miss comes at different times, if the soul can not resonate, the communication can not be at the same frequency, and it will eventually become a stranger, because of an understanding, so that the hug has warmth.
With the soft evening breeze, many years later, I still want to hold your hand, we are under a blue sky, breathing the same air, unswerving, love not abandoned, the years are not cold, bathed in the sun, the sky is clear.
Sanmao said, "People in this life, in a hurry, if you really have a picture, it is just a warmth and concern", because of love, we are still in the youth, so everything is happy, the hot heart lasts forever and forever!
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