Some people say: A day of encounter is like a year of knowing each other, and a night of missing each other has reached a year's worth of lovesickness.
The gentle lake is only for the swaying side of the boat, and the beautiful scenery is nothing more than the inadvertent encounter with you.
Late autumn when the maple leaves are crimson. The fiery blossoms reflected the bloody sun, and the thoughts were already fixed on the picture.
A strange wind passed, the red flames swaying in the maple leaves, who was gently folding into acacia, one piece, one piece, as gentle as your light light smile, just like the hazy beauty of the first encounter.
You, the Nayi, rippled that pure smile in the lake of my heart. At this time, this scene is intoxicating.
Like a flower. This time the flowers that spread over the mountain, bright and white, are clustered, invisible flower language, for whom to read, this most beautiful language of nature.
Flower, you are the Nayi. And I am the maple leaf.
Beside you, do you see, Maple Leaf's infatuated shallow smile, do you understand, Maple's soft love song.
Ruthless is not like amorous bitterness, an inch is still tens of millions of strands. Tap the silent rhyme of the love song, like the flow of water in the mountains.
Tonight, under the shade of the trees, your clear shadow, the pleasure of you and me talking lightly under the swing.
You know, this night scene has been carved with your shallow smile and your gentleness, and a beautiful landscape has been carved, playing that maple flower love song with my fingertips.
At this time, the drunken spirit is intoxicating. Tonight, there was no wind, no moon.
In the middle of the night, the feelings of the maple fell as desired, dripping on the side of the flower (you), quiet, always so quiet.
Let the difficulty of the millennium be only for a moment.
Beautiful, peaceful and quiet. ...
#闪光时刻 Theme Essay Issue 2 ##Emotional Beauty ##爱情语录 #
