I didn't return the guests originally, but I was drunk because of turbidity.

This is a green lantern that does not return visitors, but it is because of the turbid wine that he loves the world of mortals.

Walking on the road doesn't need to be accompanied by the breeze, and don't sigh that time and tide wait for no man!

There is a tacit understanding that can break dawn; There is an understanding, listening from the soul; There is a kind of concern, always looking for your trace; There is a kind of love, hidden in the deep heart; Don't talk about it, each knows his own, don't uncover it, and understand the mystery with your heart. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life!

Between men and women, it is not just husband and wife who love each other, but confidante is a kind of transcendence of real feelings. Although it is not a husband-and-wife relationship in real life, it is better than husband and wife. They may be thousands of miles apart, but their hearts are not far away, and they are very close. Things that husband and wife don't talk about can be told to each other; They are soul mates and spiritual couples.

Everything is silent, everything is natural and everything is in life. Rolling in the world of mortals, everyone is deducing his own story, and life is always in the cycle of ups and downs.

Qian Fan just wants to find a boat and let things take their course. I have seen countless people, but I hope that in the dream of playing, you are destined to be the scenery I will stop in my life.

There is always a beautiful encounter in life, high mountains and flowing water to find a bosom friend, a song of Long song, accompanied by spirit and heart. Who knows the truth behind the scenes, who knows the pure feelings in the world.

The scenery engraved in my heart drips warmth and moistens my heart, weaving feelings continuously and leaving day and night without complaint. Just appreciate, just remember, just look forward to, rummaging through the beautiful scenery is irresistible, and the ends of the earth are close at hand. Confidant, soul mate.

Fate is the meeting at the crossroads, and bosom friends are the scenery on the world of mortals. Fate became friends, and I made friends with my heart. Accompany quietly, interpret the joys and sorrows silently, understand your warmth and coldness, know your grievances, deeply love and cherish them.

Knowing each other like a mirror, a tacit understanding needs no words; Happy things don't need to be remembered; Graceful don't need to understand. Meeting poetic, sincere and sincere, without distance, the horizon is close at hand; Know the true meaning of life without commitment.

The language of the heart is always elegant, impartial and strange, reaching to the heart; The language of the soul is always gorgeous and harmoniously plays the melody of people. If I meet you in early spring, if you are rain and dew, if you are accompanied by desert shade, I will know you. The most beautiful brush, looking back is full of scenery.

A word of acquaintance is like falling in love, smiling at each other, and keeping silence between two hearts. Quasi-soft feelings, pouring out thousands of worries and soft words, overdrawing each other's warmth.

Mutual understanding keeps true feelings deep in your heart. Thanks all the way, let me taste the heart of a bosom friend; Moved by you all the way, let me enjoy the beauty of life in the most beautiful years; I am grateful to have you all the way, and I will never give up.

Fearless right and wrong belong to happiness and silence; Unintentionally, the end of the world is worth a thousand words. How much tenderness, how much poetry, how much wind and rain, you and I have never been far away, snuggling up to grow old in thoughts.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? When the golden wind meets the dew, it wins countless people. You are a miracle in my life. Pour out the throb in your heart and get drunk for a beautiful meeting.

If you are used to missing, it doesn't matter if you leave; If you cherish your habits, it doesn't matter how far you care. Flowers know spring, willows know wind and cotton, snow knows plum blossoms, stars know midnight, and you know my heart and dance with the world of mortals. Quietly plucking the strings in my heart, rippling with spotless edges, full of words, dancing with beautiful encounters. Looking back deeply, you are my only warmth.

Not getting along day and night, but forever; Not because the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, but because we embrace each other. Put your heart on the shore, you are my harbor; Leave meaning, you will always be my sunny day; I will look thin in the fleeting time, and you are my most beautiful picture.