"Sweet and high-end romantic copywriting"

Sometimes words don’t express what I mean, but I’m glad to meet you.

There are stars in your eyes, and I hear God saying there is no escape.

I miss summer, drink beer with you on the street, and then kiss on the bridge. The sunset is behind us, and the I love you I say in my heart can only be heard by the evening breeze.

Amidst all the beatings, you still come out on top.

The evening breeze gently blew the curtains on the window sill, and the dusk was hazy. I lay down and dozed for a while, so comfortable that I almost decided to live this way for the rest of my life.

It begins when we first meet and ends when we grow old.

Knock the cake out before you eat it, drink the comforting Coke until the anger subsides, drink the sandwich biscuits before drinking milk, tell a joke and make the ice cube cry until you bite it.

The sky secretly drank my red wine, got drunk and fancied, turned its cheeks red and turned into sunset, peeking at the tenderness of this world. The love I want only exists in you.

The cool breeze of midsummer blows away the burning anxiety, and the orange dusk embraces the mint dawn.

May your love become stronger and stronger like the sunset.

That day I was looking at the moon in the playground. If you were there, I would have no chance to look at the moon. I only have eyes for you.

You are like a beam of light, sometimes breaking into my life and sometimes disappearing, but I still look forward to it.

In the evening of summer, the evening wind blows my wet hair. I walk along the river and watch the sunset in the distance being submerged little by little.

This summer, your names must appear on the admission notice. The person you like happens to like you, so remember to live a good life.

Following the same parallel, we will meet sooner or later.

The evening breeze gently steps on the clouds, and deep in the sunset there is an orange convenience store selling orange and tenderness.

I like sunset. When dusk falls on me, there are no fireworks or dust, only light and hope.

You may not be dazzling, but you are always gentle and radiant. Because I like you, the direction of my efforts is you.

I am young, so I wait, but in the end I am at fault for my youth. I cannot keep time, and it cannot be counted as a fleeting year.

There are elephants in Manchuria. The book says that every girl is a princess, whether she lives in a castle or an attic.

Some people like you because you can bring them happiness, while some people like you because you are their happiness.

Text丨Qingshan Wenwen

"Sweet and high-end romantic copywriting"