The time of writing,The best time
The time of writing,The best time
Youth, like the rainy season. Little bit of sorrow, the first see of the beautiful, hand-held happy, affectionate looking shy, how beautiful a first love. I saw you first in the rain and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River. The little girl with a parasol, fresh and lovely. A long hair with light and elegant, exuding the fragrance of jasmine. First see you, really feel you are a Jiangnan fireworks in the pure fragrance of jasmine.
White skin is pure and tender white of jasmine; curved fine eyebrows, such as the edge of jasmine petals, are delicate and chic; the eyes of water-like spirit flash with moving luster, like the elliptic leaves of jasmine, which are dazzling in the sun; delicate and small nose, such as jasmine flowers waiting for bud, is tender, tender, white and delicate; Jasmine like figure, graceful Multi - pose, charming apart. Pass by your side, smell you the faint jasmine fragrance.
The fragrance, with the rain of the numerous and sunny floating into my breath, I will be drunk in your hair fragrance. You are holding an umbrella and you come to me for money. Wearing a white dress, as if a fairy in the rain floating with a knack. I met you in the rain of smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, a predestined love, open in the smoke and rain full of jasmine fragrance.
I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, like the scenery of the south, the small bridge and water in the south of the Yangtze River, such as beautiful flowers and jade, ancient courtyard, chic antiques, and boat; I love to sit on the swing, love to sit in the flowers reading, reading poems, enjoying peach blossom and autumn flowers and chrysanthemum in spring, smelling jasmine and winter plum in summer; sitting on the sea, chanting love poems of Haizi, mourning the pain of the world, love in the moonlight Dim night, to the moon chant poems, miss my lost relatives and distant hometown. Listen to the song and enjoy the dance. Occasionally, I wear my favorite dance shoes, and come to a tap dance. I wear that cheap tap dancing shoes, and dance with happy and sad dance!
Now, you come, come to my side, and walk into my heart. My love is not my own, but the common good time we both have. You compare the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River to the curved eyebrows of women; you compare the flowing water of the south to the clear tears; you compare the beautiful jade of the south to the transparent skin of the women in the south of the Yangtze River; you compare the courtyard of the south of the Yangtze River to the home of the women's heart; you compare the boat in the south of the Yangtze River to the secret of the women's heart; you compare the beauty of the south to the love of the woman as a poem; you compare the sea to the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River; you compare the sea to the beautiful scenery of the south of To be a woman rippling and broad-minded.
Romantic is your poetic feelings; beautiful is your picturesque face; charming is your elegant temperament; hazy is your talent like rain. You like to see youth best, how the writer deduces youth to the extreme and romantic; you like to describe the flowers and plants and pavilions in Jiangnan with emotional words most; you like to read poems deeply; you like to read beautiful and inflexible words most; you like to paint the beautiful and bright spring in the South with joyful sentences; you like to describe the hot waves and the great work in the south of the Yangtze River with passionate sentences Moving scene; you like to describe the cool autumn wind in the south of the Yangtze River with melancholy mood; you like to see this sentence with the new mood of regaining: will spring be far away when winter comes?
A beautiful and warm first love, let me know that such a beautiful and cheerful, so sentimental and pure, so talented and natural you. I think that we can spend a lifetime of warm love with you; think that I can love you forever, and I will never regret this life; I think I can write immortal poems with you from time to time. Just, your love, my love, not a permanent oath.
I once believed that you are my favorite in this life; you are the most beautiful meeting in my life; you are the most gorgeous fate in my life. There are no banquet in the world. After all, we no longer fall in love with the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Jiangnan, no longer fall in love with the same city, and no longer fall in love with the ever happy, endless minutes and seconds together You want to leave here, our common love city, common spiritual garden, leave a jasmine flower, clip it in the title page of the poem, and write in the blank place: you said I was your nostalgia, and it exuded Jasmine like fragrance. Why did you ever? You were my most beautiful nostalgia
Youth is a sad parting, why did our youth not? The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which had seen in the beginning, closely linked our destiny and locked tightly; sublimated our love to a common hobby: the writing age is our most beautiful time. We hold hands, gaze at each other, look at each other deeply, the shyness in your eyes, make my face fly up a red cloud. We run in the drizzle, chase and make noise in the drizzle, embrace it warmly in the drizzle, and kiss in the rain
The years of the pattern, the season of the pattern, the love of the pattern, the story of the pattern. Since then, I have your presence in my writing; from then on, my poem has your sparkling eyes; my article has your jasmine fragrance; from then on, I have your shallow smile in my end
When I leave, the sentence you leave me is the reason why I live. My life, in your words, has been sublimated; my fate, in your words, continues to be brilliant memories; my youth, in your words, like the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, as bright as the red, and like the south of the Yangtze River in summer as passion; that is, like the south of the south of the autumn, a heart full of sorrow, and like winter full of hope.
Your existence, let me experience two days of ice and fire; your existence, let me see the true and good beauty of the world; your existence, let me feel the purity and beauty of love; your existence, let me love the words to write a brilliant page in my heart.
When you leave, you don't say a word, silently left me the most eternal beautiful, most unforgettable time. Quietly you go, just as I quietly come, you quietly leave, do not take a cloud. Your departure left me with many beautiful clouds. On the other hand, it is your beautiful figure, our common writing age and our most beautiful time. In the cloud this head, is my constant attachment to you and regret the memory.
Only beautiful dance, with me! As the symphony remembers, wearing cheap ballroom dance shoes, in the dim room, dancing so drunk! Only happy songs, let me think of the corner covered with dust cheap tap dancing shoes, that happy tap dance melody is still in my ears! If it wasn't for me to send her cheap ballet shoes and her beautiful dance figure still in front of me, I forgot that I would dance and live!
Our love is just like you left me a word: we are each other's "nostalgia", although separated, but still is each other's concern. In each other's youth, leave Jasmine like fragrant words imprint.
Youth, like the rainy season. Little bit of sorrow, the first see of the beautiful, hand-held happy, affectionate looking shy, how beautiful a first love. I saw you first in the rain and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River. The little girl with a parasol, fresh and lovely. A long hair with light and elegant, exuding the fragrance of jasmine. First see you, really feel you are a Jiangnan fireworks in the pure fragrance of jasmine.
White skin is pure and tender white of jasmine; curved fine eyebrows, such as the edge of jasmine petals, are delicate and chic; the eyes of water-like spirit flash with moving luster, like the elliptic leaves of jasmine, which are dazzling in the sun; delicate and small nose, such as jasmine flowers waiting for bud, is tender, tender, white and delicate; Jasmine like figure, graceful Multi - pose, charming apart. Pass by your side, smell you the faint jasmine fragrance.
The fragrance, with the rain of the numerous and sunny floating into my breath, I will be drunk in your hair fragrance. You are holding an umbrella and you come to me for money. Wearing a white dress, as if a fairy in the rain floating with a knack. I met you in the rain of smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, a predestined love, open in the smoke and rain full of jasmine fragrance.
I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, like the scenery of the south, the small bridge and water in the south of the Yangtze River, such as beautiful flowers and jade, ancient courtyard, chic antiques, and boat; I love to sit on the swing, love to sit in the flowers reading, reading poems, enjoying peach blossom and autumn flowers and chrysanthemum in spring, smelling jasmine and winter plum in summer; sitting on the sea, chanting love poems of Haizi, mourning the pain of the world, love in the moonlight Dim night, to the moon chant poems, miss my lost relatives and distant hometown. Listen to the song and enjoy the dance. Occasionally, I wear my favorite dance shoes, and come to a tap dance. I wear that cheap tap dancing shoes, and dance with happy and sad dance!
Now, you come, come to my side, and walk into my heart. My love is not my own, but the common good time we both have. You compare the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River to the curved eyebrows of women; you compare the flowing water of the south to the clear tears; you compare the beautiful jade of the south to the transparent skin of the women in the south of the Yangtze River; you compare the courtyard of the south of the Yangtze River to the home of the women's heart; you compare the boat in the south of the Yangtze River to the secret of the women's heart; you compare the beauty of the south to the love of the woman as a poem; you compare the sea to the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River; you compare the sea to the beautiful scenery of the south of To be a woman rippling and broad-minded.
Romantic is your poetic feelings; beautiful is your picturesque face; charming is your elegant temperament; hazy is your talent like rain. You like to see youth best, how the writer deduces youth to the extreme and romantic; you like to describe the flowers and plants and pavilions in Jiangnan with emotional words most; you like to read poems deeply; you like to read beautiful and inflexible words most; you like to paint the beautiful and bright spring in the South with joyful sentences; you like to describe the hot waves and the great work in the south of the Yangtze River with passionate sentences Moving scene; you like to describe the cool autumn wind in the south of the Yangtze River with melancholy mood; you like to see this sentence with the new mood of regaining: will spring be far away when winter comes?
A beautiful and warm first love, let me know that such a beautiful and cheerful, so sentimental and pure, so talented and natural you. I think that we can spend a lifetime of warm love with you; think that I can love you forever, and I will never regret this life; I think I can write immortal poems with you from time to time. Just, your love, my love, not a permanent oath.
I once believed that you are my favorite in this life; you are the most beautiful meeting in my life; you are the most gorgeous fate in my life. There are no banquet in the world. After all, we no longer fall in love with the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Jiangnan, no longer fall in love with the same city, and no longer fall in love with the ever happy, endless minutes and seconds together You want to leave here, our common love city, common spiritual garden, leave a jasmine flower, clip it in the title page of the poem, and write in the blank place: you said I was your nostalgia, and it exuded Jasmine like fragrance. Why did you ever? You were my most beautiful nostalgia
Youth is a sad parting, why did our youth not? The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which had seen in the beginning, closely linked our destiny and locked tightly; sublimated our love to a common hobby: the writing age is our most beautiful time. We hold hands, gaze at each other, look at each other deeply, the shyness in your eyes, make my face fly up a red cloud. We run in the drizzle, chase and make noise in the drizzle, embrace it warmly in the drizzle, and kiss in the rain
The years of the pattern, the season of the pattern, the love of the pattern, the story of the pattern. Since then, I have your presence in my writing; from then on, my poem has your sparkling eyes; my article has your jasmine fragrance; from then on, I have your shallow smile in my end
When I leave, the sentence you leave me is the reason why I live. My life, in your words, has been sublimated; my fate, in your words, continues to be brilliant memories; my youth, in your words, like the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, as bright as the red, and like the south of the Yangtze River in summer as passion; that is, like the south of the south of the autumn, a heart full of sorrow, and like winter full of hope.
Your existence, let me experience two days of ice and fire; your existence, let me see the true and good beauty of the world; your existence, let me feel the purity and beauty of love; your existence, let me love the words to write a brilliant page in my heart.
When you leave, you don't say a word, silently left me the most eternal beautiful, most unforgettable time. Quietly you go, just as I quietly come, you quietly leave, do not take a cloud. Your departure left me with many beautiful clouds. On the other hand, it is your beautiful figure, our common writing age and our most beautiful time. In the cloud this head, is my constant attachment to you and regret the memory.
Only beautiful dance, with me! As the symphony remembers, wearing cheap ballroom dance shoes, in the dim room, dancing so drunk! Only happy songs, let me think of the corner covered with dust cheap tap dancing shoes, that happy tap dance melody is still in my ears! If it wasn't for me to send her cheap ballet shoes and her beautiful dance figure still in front of me, I forgot that I would dance and live!
Our love is just like you left me a word: we are each other's "nostalgia", although separated, but still is each other's concern. In each other's youth, leave Jasmine like fragrant words imprint.