The meaning of (love).

1 . Love is the wonder of life, beautiful and pure, spotless, like a snow lotus that grows on the edge of a cliff, purity and loyalty are the air and sunshine she grows. There must be no dust of hypocrisy and deception in life, otherwise the flower of love may wither overnight. Selfish plots, cold moon burial flower souls, a selfish lie, enough to break a beautiful love.

2 . Spring comes and winter goes, the four seasons change, and I have no intention of rendering this lively and bondage. Years, as in the past, pass quietly, quietly immersed in the authenticity of life. There was a dream that came from the first heartbeat. Grow up, talk, run, cry with you, laugh with you. More like a naïve child, the childish face reflects the vigorous rhythm of life. In the innocent eyes, there is a bright and dreamy expectation.

3 . There are many dreams in this world, and in every dream there is a world. No matter how bright and beautiful the sun that has passed, it is only the length of a memory; the night that is coming soon is only a vague and uncertain outline no matter how sad and sad it is. In the past and the future, we are old and dying. But I finally realized that dusk is the most gorgeous bloom of time.

4 . The road of life can not be smooth, everyone may encounter some setbacks and failures, but also encounter unsatisfactory things, the problem is to see how you face it. It's not hard to be a happy person. First of all, we must maintain an optimistic and upward mentality, and secondly, we must have a normal heart, do not take fame and fortune, money and love too seriously, and do not deliberately pursue, we should hold an indifferent and calm attitude.

5 . Life itself is a blossoming flower. Brewing when buds, passion when blooming, precipitation when withering. You can hear the sound of flowers blooming, which is the blossoming of life; you can smell the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, which is the embodiment of the value of life. Even if the flowers do not bloom and the incense does not come, but life has passed through the effort, why fear the vicissitudes of failure. Looking back, brilliant, withered, the journey of life has stepped out of the fragrant footprints, you just need to smile like a flower.

6 . Passing years, we have laughed, the vicissitudes of the sea, we have experienced, human feelings are cold and warm, we have endured, the edge is deep and shallow, we have been in pain. The journey of life is a rush, a ditch all the way, constantly crossing, all the way to the bitterness, constantly transcending, along the way mature, grateful. Enjoy a spring flower, watch a season of red, treasure a understanding, the journey is hurried, just a gain and loss compatible passing, banish a mood, but also a soul a free, let life sing all the way.

7 . The heart of the water is calm, the heart of the water is light, you see, the water, flat as a mirror, the clouds and the moon, happy and happy. Water, with a calm and light heart, a gentle flow away, encounter some barriers and gently bypass, why bother so much, the heart is calm and light flowing; if all the way straight, it is better, I can also run freely, a thousand miles, the waves are surging, I will also swing my dashing, my indulgence.

8 . Walking in the red dust, the years bring us not only the breeding of wrinkles, but also the true understanding of life. When the wind blows through the years, it blows away ignorance, it blows away the complaining and desolation, but it blows away the flowers of mature wisdom! Precipitation, sublimation, collection, the traces of time are naturally scratched out by a person, and life is also on the right track on this trace. Drifting away, drifting away and becoming more and more beautiful, and finally, to the peak of glory.

9 . The spring jiangnan is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; the wheat seedlings in the field are like a sea, the scattered villages are unsinkable boats, the crisscrossing and winding rivers, the willow branches by the river spit out tender buds, the reeds are drilled out and released when they are green; the calm water in the river, awakened from the plainness of winter, is dressed up in the colors of nature.

10 . Gu Laicaizi was a few sentimental, and the river flowed eastward. The scenery in the north is good, Naran has returned, and the love affair has not yet ended. Zhu Hua Cao Zijian, feeling that Zhen Tianxia knows, Zhen Concubine does not know. Song, the red rain scoop flooded with memories, how to dive in memories? Your eyes are as beautiful as they were in my heart. When you feel the flowers also splash tears, the sky will also grow old, your love, the steadfastness of love, in an instant we have a special love. Your song lingers in our hearts, and we will have a fondness for a century.

11 . When I walk far in the world, I often meditate on a roll of old ink, weep for the deep resentment of the courtyard, and move for a tender woman who is not stained with a trace of dust. Just imagine, the plain face of the city is faintly red, flicking the fingers, facing the Tang Wind and Song Rain, leaning on the water of the Mei, the depth of the clouds and gently chanting, the quiet, shallow smile of leisurely, like the spirit in the water flow of the year, let people turn thousands of times, forget the troubles of the world, willing to drunkenly smile and accompany the king.