Sentences suitable for couples to talk about are enough to meet young you.

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.

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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, so 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 you can't get into even if you've searched 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.

The flute is accompanied by rebellious wine, and the moonlight is cold and broken. 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.

The ancient style suitable for couples' hairstyles is very beautiful and domineering.

I like you, even if I mention the bald head in Qi Mei, I will leave at the first meeting, and my heart will remain unchanged.

I like you, even with a glass of luminous wine and a bowl of white hot porridge, my heart remains the same.

I like you, even if the golden palace invites the Buddha to come back, the pavilions will remain.

I like you, even if the blue case is full of enamel, my heart remains the same.

I like you, even if I have seen mountains and seas, I still have my heart when I see nothing.

I like you. Even though the shore of Taohua Creek is thousands of miles away, I still come to my hometown and my heart remains the same.

I like you, even if I am in Yun Qi, my heart will remain unchanged.

I like you, even if I brew half a pot of rice with wine, my heart will not change.

I like you, even if the piano is dull, my heart remains the same.

I like you, even if the chess pieces win or lose, my heart will not change.

I like you, even if the book and ink dance too green, the fragrance is far and quiet, and my heart remains the same.

I give you stories, give you lonely life and parting. In the misty rain of Changqiao, the past went away with the evening breeze, leaving only a smile.

I will give you mountains and rivers, and I will give you a lifetime of lofty sentiments. In Wanli, in the wall of Yamato Palace, all the beauties grow old with the years, leaving only tragedies.

I'll give you a book of poetry, which is part elegant and part poetic. In the rhyme, the world of mortals disappears with the history books, leaving only good sentences.

I give you the gift of war, and I give you the comfort of wind and frost all the way. In Jin Ge's iron horse, all my troubles flowed away with blood, leaving only infatuation.

I will give you the strings, and I will give you peace and prosperity all your life. In the orchestral bamboo, the troubled times dispersed with the lingering sound, leaving only memories.

I'll give you my clothes, and I'll give you a lifetime of fame and fortune. When you sing and do, the reality will be hidden with the cheongsam, leaving only pity.

I give you sorrow, give you a feeling, give you a career, cling to it, be ruthless in it, and leave the past behind.

If I give you a peach blossom, I will stop conquering and put down my glory. Would you like to travel around the world with me?

If I give you a peach blossom, abandon the day and night planning and the world, will you collect rain and make tea for me?

If I give you a peach blossom, take off your armor and let it fall, will you marry me in red?

If I give you a peach blossom and gain fame and fortune in my life, sign here. Would you like to go home with my scenery?

If I give you a peach blossom, no blood will turn into rosy clouds. If I let go of my deep hatred, will you sing a poem with me?

If I give you a peach blossom and a Chang 'an serenade, it has nothing to do with truth or falsehood. Would you like to have a misty rain with me?

If I give you a peach blossom, the rice paper is covered with Mandarin ink, and it is clear and flawless, will you marry me?

If I send you a peach blossom for the first time and then continue to break the strings and pipa, will you cherish your white hair with me?

The horse in red is crazy, smoking, and gathering in all directions. Blood-stained rivers and mountains, the rise and fall of the troubled times. Sword shadow knife light life and death bureau, famous, unique.

You burn frost on earth, and the night is desolate. Changle is not in the center, alone. Sex and rain cover your hands, sigh and crush your soul.

The harp is silent, the sword is broken, the world is raining, and the troubled times are coming;

Frost stains the temples, poetry sings dreams, Changle hurts the lonely shadow, and love and hate are exhausted.

Bloody peach blossoms, lining your eyebrows, can be painted;

A life-and-death divination will give you a thousand red lines, and wealth will not bear it.

Life is safe, but this life is dull. You will be happy if you don't accompany the Jianghu.

The separation of the two worlds is a light abandonment of the promise to my son, that is, there is no medicine to cure my heart. I like you.

Three generations are prosperous, and mountains and rivers are sketched. I just want to draw cinnabar between your eyebrows and live up to it.

Four generations have taken different roads, and no one can solve their feelings, but their fate is irreparable and they are lonely for the rest of their lives.

In the fifth world, the situation is settled, the sword dances harmoniously, and there is no need to wander around in everything.

Six scars, turning like a dream, who knows that I am deeply infatuated and tears can be heard.

VII was frivolous. When he was young, he fought in the battlefield and became a god after many battles. There is no such person as him here, but it is in vain after all.

The soul of the eighth world is dying, and he hates the mistakes of fate. If he falls into hell forever, he is willing to be possessed.

Nine axes of life, how many bald heads can you have? I vaguely remember your gentle eyebrows and affectionate mantra.

The tenth reincarnation, drinking the water of forgetting Sichuan, will not regret it again, and live and die together.

You once wanted to be at leisure by the Yaoshan River. Later, your soul was separated, and you were lonely, wandering for thousands of years, and it was hard to be at leisure again.

You once held hands, and Hengshan became attached, playing the harp and singing. Later, natural disasters in Penglai made it hard to find beautiful women. A thousand-year-old string song, like a dream, is hard to meet again.

You once insisted on bringing back the dead and making up your soul. Later, the imperial tomb stopped thinking about Penglai's decisive battle. After thousands of years of persistence, it is difficult to have both.

You used to hate, changeable, ruthless and greedy. Later, when we parted, we became ghosts forever. The legendary sword has become a legend after all, and it is difficult to continue.

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Under the moon, Yao Tai dances in Tsing Yi, and two hearts blend together. Separation to bitterness, where to send love, tears silent tears.

Tears blurred acacia's painting, written on a note complaining about infatuation, the wind blowing everywhere, falling red countless times, for fear of butterfly love.

Pick mulberry and try on spring clothes. Sunny and warm as spring, I am lazy, wandering around the West Lake, thinking only of Sauvignon Blanc.

You come to love each other, and you are soul mates. The heart is simple, a piece of paper is difficult to express, and the body snuggles.

Yuanyang flew with wings and acquiesced in silence. There are plenty of fish in the sea, flying side by side, not thinking about hate and bullying.

The old dream is as vague as yesterday, and I look forward to it today. May we never see each other and remember each other with the wind.

Two flowers, two leaves and two branches, the rain breaks the branches. The world of mortals is in love, and we are in the same boat through thick and thin.

Spread out the paper, grind ink and write green words, and read them back word by word. Young people are gambling, their feelings are as tough as Pu's, and they will not move even if they die.

Lord of the world of mortals, three thousand fa jun. Look around, the shadow is still sparse, who will accompany you?

I still remember the young man with a thin shirt and peach blossoms chasing water, but why bother when he sees people surrounded by green water, green plums outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall laughing at his youth and years bullying the old?

I still remember the sunset shining on the purple robe, running water looking for peach blossoms, but I didn't see peach blossoms flowing with the water, grass outside the wall and smoke floating in the wall. Looking at your old age, I smiled with a stick. Why did you look around the city yesterday and dispersed once?

If I can accompany you around this place, drink thousands of cups and laugh thousands of times, I won't regret it.

If I can watch the bustling world of mortals with you, I won't regret accompanying you to the world of mortals.

If I can leave this red brick wall with you, I won't regret leaving my hometown with you.

If I can walk along this river and lake road with you, I won't regret drinking and watching the fun with you.

A simple sentence of romantic classics is suitable for couples to talk about.

Endless spoil. I can only treat you alone.

Endless tenderness. I can only treat you alone.

Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life.

Let go when you have to, and turn back when there is no way out.

You are like a proud island with your own castle.

I can't go ashore. The tide can only surround you.

I want to be by your side, and love you without reason.

I will hold your hand tightly and stick to you, and you are not allowed to go.

Ten years of long love must be childhood friends.

The actor in red has no feeling of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

You laugh it off, and I laugh it off.

I've been obsessed with the smile in the corner of your eye all my life.

It is not that a fish's memory is only seven seconds, and it can be hurt at will.

Not a cat will have nine lives, so you can give it up easily.

As long as we hold hands, parting is a distant word.

As long as we are soul mates, missing is so close at hand.

Because we have no wings, we are still far from the end of happiness.

Because we have no paddles, we are still far from the other side of success.

Thinking of your lovely smile, my heart beats very slowly.

Thinking of your gentle eyes, my heart beats unconsciously.

True love can withstand distance and provocation.

True companionship can withstand ups and downs and can withstand dullness.

You stand out in the heavy rain in a red shirt.

You are particularly charming in the sun in white short sleeves.

I just want to make time messy and take you to see the brilliance of sunflowers.

I just want to take you to see the sunshine and colorful years of sunflowers.

That arrogant woman is just the most suitable for me, and the world of mortals will never forget it.

That arrogant man is the only one for me. He won't say that he is romantic and carefree.

Love is the instant fireworks that you and I cling to every happiness.

Love is that you and I seize every moment of touch.

If we turn around, will we meet again?

If we meet, will we still hold hands?

What we miss is always beautiful and persistent, because we have tried to love.

The happiness we have is sincere and eternal, because we also care about it.

When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

When you are young, your hair will turn white with Iraq.

I love you for ten years.

Let go and give you all the blue sea and blue sky.

If you love each other, join hands to grow old together.

If you miss it, you will be safe.

A simple spring day can warm the cold of the earth.

Sincere friendship will dye the desert of the soul red.

Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end.

If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.

When my string breaks, I will make you blue and white.

When your string is broken, there is no need to ask an answer.

What we forget is often the happiest.

What we remember is often the most painful.

Thank you for not letting go when I needed it most.

Thank you for moving me and letting me pursue my dream.

You said to accompany me from school uniform to wedding dress.

You said to accompany me from black hair to white hair.

In fact, I have been behind you, just need you to turn around.

In fact, I have always been by your side, just an eye distance.

With fine eyes and white clothes, like a teenager.

Elegant and elegant, plain purple clothes, that's what girls should do.

If you are sincere, time will tell.

If it's heartless, so be it.

How many people have come and come back in your life?

How many people have seen and worshipped your young face.

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There is only one belief that is religious.

Only one lover is loyal.

I can't hold the wind to go, nor can I hold the whole sky.

I can't keep you going, and I can't catch up with you.

You are like a breeze, blowing away the uneasiness in my heart.

You are like the warm sun, illuminating the darkness in my heart.

You are the teenager I have been distressed for all my life.

You are the love girl of my life.

Spring flowers, summer grass, whatever you want. I know the four seasons, but I don't know you.

Accompany you to send autumn wind and winter cold, send away the years, but never leave you.

Unfortunately, in time, the mountains are south and the water is north.

It is a pity that people come and go between you and me.

I hope to see you every day.

I want to kiss you every day.