Sentences suitable for couples to talk about

Flowers bloom to see spring.

When I was young, I was inspirational, talking about dreams and talking about the distance.

Old, sad, talk in my sleep, hometown dialect.

Time asks the power of love.

I answered with tears of years.

How to let go when you are gentle,

How to have a kite that flies away with the wind?

A thousand strings play endlessly,

Song to the top, never forget the river.

I always thought it was a long way to go, but I didn't know that tea was cool.

I see. I see. As always.

I just want to be as light as snow,

I won't wait until Guanghua blooms.

How can a story teach people to grow up without twists and turns?

How can a story be unforgettable if it doesn't grow up

The barren old days in the tavern of the ancient city,

Prosperity is still not as good as in the past.

Running water can not wash away memories, but it can wash away feelings;

Time can wash away filth, but it cannot wash away people's hearts.

Under the years, above the building.

Half shadow, half light.

Tsing Yi propped up the boat and made a general ripple.

In the rain, the umbrella falls with the raindrops.

It's snowing in Cheng Nan and sunny in the north.

It's still your first time.

Meeting you is like a silent movie.

Black and white interweave to interpret the wild old infatuation.

You can't dream until you wake up.

Others are not afraid to wait for reunion for the rest of their lives.

The past is like a song,

Memories are like wine.

How to wander in the warmth and coldness of human feelings,

Learning when the world is cold is none of your business.

You are someone I dare not forget.

It's also a memory I dare not mention.

Unlike every young and ignorant relationship.

There must be an ending that you must have.

Waiting for you and my story to become pen and ink.

I will hide my love, hate, ignorance and anger, and the camouflage style is too seamless.

Now he is caring and attentive.

And I only hope that the sunset will warm my hands with half a cup of fragrant tea.

Stroking a song, the years are quiet, and time can't bear to disturb;

Laugh and accompany a person to the old age and enjoy this life.

Meet young you.

Young is enough.

When the south wind blows, laugh at the return of the old friend.

The south wind has crossed the border, when will the old friend return?

The story of the north is deeply hidden in the wind of the south.

Our youth is forgotten in a fleeting dream.

Cover the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River for you, and the mountains and rivers will be silent forever after Hua Rong's death.

I lost 3,000 beauties for you. The dust settled and the earth was stained with blood.

I gave my loneliness to the world.

I'll leave the rest of my life to put it down.

Where you are, it will be paradise if you waste it again;

Without you, it's too desolate and gorgeous.

Maybe you haven't drunk enough for the rest of your life and want me to go with you.

Maybe you turned white and asked me to stay with you until after dusk.

You are a distance that I can't reach in Qian Shan.

I'm a paradise that you can't get into even if you look all over the world.

You are a puzzle that has puzzled me for half my life.

I am the gentleness that you can't change all your life.

May time slow down and old friends be together.

May the years stop, and may we move forward hand in hand.

If I draw a picture of a prison for you, will you smile and hug me for a while?

If I forbid you to escape from Peach Blossom III beside Sansheng Stone, will you give me a smile in the spring breeze?

You are my young and frivolous,

You are my ignorant yearning.

The night is long, the shadow turns back, the youth is light, and life turns. Candlelight flashing, misty rain annoying, tears gloomy. I had no choice but to wear the crown on my head, but I retired the Wan Li aura for you.

Xiao sheng rebelled against his drinking partner, and the moon was cold. The lights are dim, the flowers are blooming, and the music ends in beauty. Ironically, my life is bright, but I am flashy and empty to you.

Long cold night, walking quietly by the lake, the lake is sparkling, the dust of the past has passed, and many young lang have been stumped. It's just ridiculous that he has left his hometown, so why bother? I hope to have a lover with her.

Yingying winter morning light warms people's hearts and waits for the watch. On the Naihe Bridge, I lament that teenagers are young and frivolous, but there is no way to go. Why be flustered? May time hurt you more.

The moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed. Brilliant moment of epiphyllum, Yue Pipa. Not greedy for glory, just for him, not for the world, just for him. Honestly, it's not as good as your smile. I only remember the first time we met, and suddenly I remembered the fire tree and silver flower.

White clothes are chic, and the sword refers to the world. Cut off the seven evils and cut off the prosperity of life. I don't just serve her at home. I worry about her all the time. Beautiful as a mountain, but you don't smile like a flower. Just wait until your eyes meet and your mouth is dumb, and walk hand in hand through this corner.

Even if the years change, the flowers in the tall buildings will wither. I would also like to join hands with my hair, * * * you have white hair at dusk.

Even if childhood friends turn to sand, the ends of the earth will capsize. I also hope that Yujin Zhao Zhang will hire you with the red sand from my brow.

Even though the new clothes are angry with the old prosperity, the cold osmanthus falls under the eaves. I also want to play the flute again and care about you again.

Even if separate cars can't drive strangers in western Western jackdaw, the south wind and the north snow have nothing to say. I also want to wear white clothes and plant a new plant with you.

Even if fake fireworks float and Yuanyang abandons the ancient temple, I would like to wear a cassock to worship the Buddha Tower with you.