The world of love is only your beautiful prose.

The world of love is only your beautiful prose. 1

A leaf blooms, a flower blooms, and a world blooms. Where the heart passes, flowers will bloom there. Perhaps, my flower bloomed after a storm, perhaps, my flower bloomed in the deepest part of the world of mortals. The world of love is only you, no matter where I am, your love will be there, never far away, never faded. No matter where my footsteps will go, no matter how far I can go, I can't walk away from your affectionate gaze. In this life, where you are is my warm dependence. Misty rain and red dust, no matter which post station you are in, your words will always be my truest warmth and the reason for my happiness. Even if life gives me more pain and suffering, I will feel happier. I have always had a warm light in my heart, and in the cold winter, there will still be wisps of spring breeze slipping down my fingertips, and blossoming smiles will bloom at my fingertips.

if my heart is tired, you are where I belong. I would like to wait for you with a blooming time. As long as I have you by my side, it will bloom in spring and bloom in the city. Reading you on the road of the world of mortals is a moment, a lifetime, and holding hands in the world of mortals is a moment, a lifetime. No matter whether flowers bloom or fall, no matter where I meet you, I will keep my life promise with a blooming time. The warmest, happiest and happiest time in this life is a scene related to you. This winter, there is a warm sun in my heart, and no matter where I step, I can reap joy and excitement. This winter, there is a warm sun in my heart, no matter where I step. The deepest love is the language in the depths of the soul. In the silent and vocal sentiment, in the concern of being close at hand and the end of the world, I finally know that some people, with only one look, have beautiful time, and some people, with only one thought, have remembered the whole life. The place where I have you is the scenery I miss most in my life, and the place where I have you is my constant concern in my life. It is not because of perfection that I cherish it, but because I cherish it that I will be perfect. When I look back suddenly, those bright or sad past events gradually fade away, but I will always be deeply impressed. What I will never forget is your love, lingering among thousands of waters and Qian Shan, hovering between the ends of the earth?

a leaf blooms and pursues, and a flower blooms and makes a world. The world of love is only your beautiful prose 2

Standing in the open Yuan Ye in the north

Looking around the comfortable world around you

The blue sky, the warm sunshine

Sniffing the clean air, all of them feel strangely comfortable and relieved

Being alone and the world

At a certain moment, I really want to shout

Run quickly

and then be at the intersection. Looking back at a string of footprints behind me, I think of your lovely smile, accompanied by the cold wind, faintly surging with a touch of sadness, how much I want to walk hand in hand with you in this artistic conception, cross the dark alley, brush your breath, and print happy footprints?

The day I remember

came into my world lightly like snowflakes falling

Your figure

At that moment, your smile began to be deeply branded in my heart

It was fragrant and fragrant, full of happiness!

Cher

floats, shakes

This winter, it's not as cold as expected

Because of your company

How many nights, I wrote down my endless yearning for you

Like a fog, lingering, lingering and

reaching out and touching. Still cling to each other and cherish each other

In the gorgeous sunset glow, recall the years with mottled years together

Miss your night, be infatuated with you, be drunk for you

Have nowhere to put your thoughts, which are messy and complicated

Touch the thin diaphragm in my heart

Look across the horizon

Nowadays, it has become a habit to miss you

Miss you in a dream <

At this moment, walking in the season at the end of the year

Counting the fleeting years

all say that the passing years are the pain that can't be looked back

but I walk slowly, crushing my deep thoughts into glass

and making the only promise: there is only you in the world of love

Postscript: I love you, with no purpose. Just love you.