Dear friends, if you have any disgusting text messages between lovers, please send them to me... Don’t be afraid of how disgusting they are, just be provocative.

My dear, you stole my love and my heart. I decided to take you to court. What crime should you be sentenced to? The judge went through all the criminal records and cases, and finally the jury unanimously agreed: I sentence you to me for life.

The spring dream is traceless, the spring rain is silent, and when the spring night is lonely, don’t think about tenderness; the flowers that want to thank have withered, the flowers that want to bloom are blooming, but where are the people who are coming? Are you still walking on the road?

When the fireworks are gone, the bright moon still stubbornly guards the cool loneliness and joy; the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, and the moon after the sixteenth day is always walking on the road; give me a dream and let me return it. You are a sky full of colorful clouds!

Concern is not just a firecracker that is set off and then it is over; concern is not a period of time that is over; concern is a blessing that has been cultivated for five hundred years in the previous life, and it will be with you every day. Achieving righteousness in the thoughts of the night!

When you fall asleep, there is someone who can’t sleep thinking about you. Are you happy? When you wake up, there is someone who hasn’t woken up thinking about you. , are you happy? The person who gives you happiness and joy is me.

I was the string you broke a thousand years ago. Traveling through time and space, I reincarnate and meet you with the residual warmth of your fingers. There are no luxurious moments, just ordinary warmth!

The sunshine is beautiful, but it cannot be compared with the comfort of friends; the sky is beautiful, but it cannot be compared with the embellishment of friendship; the stars are beautiful, but it cannot be compared with the preciousness of greetings.

Ginkgo leaves are slow It slowly slipped from my fingers, with your handwriting on it. I stand in the rain, so far away from you, and I really want to know who will stand by your umbrella

This world can be without sunshine, but it cannot be without your smile, because without your smile, I The world will be dark.

Love is the hard work of caring; love is the loneliness of missing; love is the joy of reunion; love is the happiness of embracing each other; love is the silent blessing of each other

True feelings can freeze time. A love encounter, a love that will be remembered for a lifetime, let us remember it deeply forever!

With you, the world will become more wonderful. With you, the calm lake will become rippled. With you, you will know the taste of longing. With you, you will understand the connotation of passion!

Because of fate, no matter in the blue sky or the rainy season in your life, I will always be only a turn away from you, holding up a sky that is not wronged for you!

Only after you have smelled the freshness of jasmine can you know the beauty of the fragrance of flowers; only after you have seen the rainbow flying frame can you understand the meaning of splendor; only when you have no longing can you understand the invincibility of longing.

Don’t let worries dilute the wine, don’t let sadness affect holding hands, the road is long and we need to walk together, only knowing each other will last forever.

I keep your photos, collect your handwriting, record your voice, and store our secret words. Just to piece together a living you after separation

I'm not a person who just loves you. Every moment I love you is my eternity. Even if the wind blows colder and colder, even if love has scars, you are still the person I miss the most

Hundred Acres Atrium It is half covered with moss, and the white water lingers in front of the door. How many people can come if you like it? The cloister of the courtyard is silent in spring. Two or three apricots are planted in the mountain peaches and streams. They bloom for whom.

There are endless drops of lovesickness and tears of blood and red beans. There are endless spring willows in bloom. Spring flowers fill the painting building. I can’t sleep well because of the wind and rain on the screens. After dusk, new sorrows and old sorrows cannot be forgotten.

It talks about the pure sorrow of lonely autumn, and talks about the lovesickness of the distant sea. If someone asks me about my worries, I dare not say your name< /p>

Highway, birch forest. A few sad songs, a person I miss. A cigarette, a glass of wine, a lonely door. The car is driving through the green mountains and the mountains are getting further away, and my heart is sinking with the setting sun

Sitting alone in front of the window, silently, the moon is crescent, silently writing your name a thousand times. The cutting continues, but the reason remains, the thoughts are still there, and all kinds of emotions are still in my heart.

It turns out that the world of love is so big that it can hold a hundred kinds of grievances; it turns out that the world of love is so small that three people will be suffocated.

If one day, I can't help but ask you: Who is your favorite person? No matter how reluctant you are, please lie to me: the person you love most is me.

Everyone’s heart is a castle wandering under the sun. I don’t expect to be able to open a door, I just need a listener to listen to my heartbeat.

Love is unreasonable. It is the accumulation of my habits, thinking that I can save you by giving my heart. It leaves out the grievances, leaving a lot of loneliness, and even the heartache is not complete.

The warm sunshine and blue sky, the long flowing hair and sweet smile. I miss you deeply and crazily, my heart is filled with tears.

There is a kind of tears that is hard to let go, a kind of gaze that cannot be forgotten, a kind of affection that is heartbreaking, and a kind of concern that is lingering under the moon.

Find an elegant teahouse called "Yuan", place two old wicker chairs on both sides, pour two glasses of sake, look into the sky and say "Cheers!" and let your thoughts drift away with the aroma of wine.

If you can’t quit, the flowers are not the mood of flowers. If you can’t quit, the fog is not the lines of fog. Dreams can still be smelled, bubbles can still be seen. Pretending to pick up flowers and smile is a waste of my pride.

The same regret but different hiding, the same pain but different recovery, the same lovesickness wandering in my eyes and heart

That long rain alley It has faded, but the figure of your back holding the umbrella is still fixed in my heart. The sorrow of lilacs has drifted away, and the light dust of time has washed away. Whose shoulder is your smile on?

In a city with thousands of lights, how long has it been since there was no bright moonlight in front of the bed? On a night without bright moonlight, are there still pure dreams? Think more and go back to those days when the moon was bright; think more and let the water of time flow backwards. . .

Anything can happen on a rainy night, except love. Love has been exiled. Three thousand miles away, two thousand years ago, whose woman would still be picking mulberries on the road? Which man would scream to Tian Changxiao that he is evil? Go to sleep

There will be many stories that come one after another when we are not prepared; there will be many people who make us feel lost when they leave; stories make time stop, youth is old, who will still follow me Shoot all over the railing to express the heroic spirit

Are those flowers that are bright during the day brewing at this time? Did those passionate and romantic stories happen at this time? How many old dreams did you have to relive back then, and how many erotic dreams do I have now? Good night!

The night is as cool as water, and the cool ancient mountain spring water, children lost in the urban forest, have you woken up? Go home quickly.

Rainy nights can be lonely or romantic; March has not come, but the rain has come, and many good things are waiting for us.

In March, spring is coming; in my dreams and memories, I can’t see the four seasons in the starry sky under the moon. Do you still remember this time last year? That's when the flowers bloom and the butterflies fly. Night is coming, do you remember me? The rain is falling, who is not coming back?

On such a cold night, it is better to think of some lively things to warm up. For example, when you were naughty as a child and you were spanked by an adult, the burning feeling was very warm. Who's going to hit you tonight? Good night.

On a starless night, we act like the wind blows away the stars; on a night without the fragrance of flowers, we act like the rain knocks the flowers down; on a night without you, what assumptions can I make? When I miss you, will you think of me like this?

The moonlight is so bright, how about walking alone on the path in the forest? The wind is so strong, how about looking at the moon outside the window and fantasizing about ancient beauties? Who was the first to see the moon rise? And who saw the moon set in the west? Go to sleep, baby

Ye, what a charming and familiar beauty, everything falls at her feet, everything holds your breath for her. I like Ye, because she will cry with you and laugh with you. , Accompany you bit by bit... Tonight, get close to her!

The moon is hazy, hanging in such a deep blue sky; you are hazy, somewhere in this city that I cannot see. A place; and I, in such a clear moment, so clearly long for tenderness!

Night falls, the lights are on, and the soft light sets off the quiet and warm night. Although the wind is still so strong, although the night is still so dark! Please don’t, please don’t refuse the light I ordered for you. A heart lamp!

The grassland must be very beautiful at this time, and the gentle girl is using her wandering eyes to iron out the trauma of her lover's wandering; the sea must be very beautiful at this time, with little fishing fires and starlight telling how many people Longing for romance and tenderness.

At this time, will the most beautiful thing about this city be you who appears in my dream?

The night may be a kind of expectation, a temptation, a kind of maturity, like sweet sorrow, like the pain of happiness; and tonight, after the night fades and the spring breeze blows, who will- -Who will wait for me to come home?

The night in the south is humid, just like the heart of the lost. In loneliness, you cover yourself with a humid quilt and wrap your humid heart to sleep. The only solace is the hope for the future. Believe it, tomorrow will be better.

Tonight, it feels like the fable of the Gospel says that in memories, certain things will change their appearance and they can speak, so we may chew rose petals and sit quietly under the stars one night. Next, meditate.

Would you like to go back to 2000 years ago with me, when it was the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, when it was the Xiongguan of the Han Dynasty, when we were a kind-hearted man and woman, I farmed You weave and have nothing to do with the world. No sleep tonight!

Time is black, the wind is black because the night is black; the hair is black, the eyes are black, but the soul is red. Light up your nights with my heart, make solitude wonderful, and make you joyful!

Think of light when it’s dark, long for warmth on a cold night; dreams thrive tonight, and we get out of all the lost ways tonight!

It is said that spring is infinitely beautiful. Why is it that the most beautiful moments always breed the most poignant sadness? The night wind blurs the moonlight, and in dim lights, are there still dreams that have never been lost? Good night, good night, good night!

After the dull day, it’s time for the impetuous heart to calm down in the cold night; after getting used to wandering, is there still a star-filled home waiting for us to return? Good night and sweet dreams!

Looking up at the sky, I may not see the stars all over the sky; sighing at the abyss, I can’t catch the flowing time; you can see my bright smile, but you can’t see my tears streaming down my face; good night Well, have a good dream, you will be three thousand miles away in the blink of an eye!

I said to God: "I want an eternal pen kiss." God said no: "Only seven days." I said: "Okay, just Monday to Sunday." God said: "No. , only four days." I said, "Okay, just spring, summer, autumn, and winter." God said, "No, only three days." I said, "Okay, today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow." God said. He said, "No, it can only be two days." I said, "Okay, day and night." God said, "No, it can only be one day." I said, "Okay." God looked at me doubtfully. Say: "Every day I live..."