A beautiful sentence, whose heart has been melted by you.

Beautiful sentence whose heart has been melted by you:

I like three words,' you and me',' meeting' and' the rest of my life'.

You are my tongue-tied, my unswerving, my blatant partiality and my well-known selfishness.

You are the love letter of the past, the lingering sunset, the growing wind under the feet of passers-by, the anchor of my stable years and the person I like.

The so-called appropriate and just right, but because of your lovely face.

I want to sneak you into a glass of moonlight to make the taste of moonlight sweet.

I am a vulgar person, seeing mountains is mountains, seeing the sea is the sea, and seeing flowers is flowers. Only when I saw you, the sea of clouds began to surge, the river tide began to surge, and the small tentacles of insects scratched the whole world. You don't need to talk, I and everything in the world will run to you.

Having you is enough to warm winter.

One room, two people, three meals and four seasons. Two people love each other all their lives, and three meals and three seasons are lucky.

The day I met you is the dividing line, the previous time is to find, and the future time is forever.

Spring breeze and autumn leaves alternate, with mountains in the south and water in the north. You can't see anything at a glance, and your heart beats suddenly when you laugh.

You are the beer on the barbecue, the navel dress in cool autumn, the potion that can dye your hair pink, the thick chocolate cake in the refrigerator in the middle of the night, and the mystery novel that you can't finish reading all night.

Xia Feng, who has seen Ye Dongxue in the Spring and Autumn Period, has traveled all over the east foot and west ridge from south to north, but this spring and autumn period, Cangshan is not as good as you, and you smile at me.

There are many passers-by on the road of life, and everyone has their own home. Others go east, west, south and north, and I'll find you.

Your smile is like the taste of a spoon in a watermelon, which lights up the whole summer and the starry sky is gorgeous for you.

Being my girl, like the sun, is irreplaceable. My troubles are forgotten in my pocket and I can't leave my sight all the time. The mood is set for you to change, and my principles are exceptions when you meet.

You live in every important part of my life and run through the whole book.

In the carriage, you leaned against the window, and my heart was pounding.

You don't have too much pressure, I like you first, leave it to me! Leave it to me. Give me everything as long as you can stay with me.

When you laugh, the thunder is gentle and the rainstorm is silent. When you cry, everything is eclipsed.

He is a lazy cat stretching, a colorful bubble bursting and a sweet candy spreading in my heart.

People say, see deer in the deep forest, whale when the sea is blue, and wake up to see you. In fact, there is fog in the depths of the forest, the sea blue sometimes surges, and the dream wakes up at night. But after all, deer came through the fog, and whales rose with the waves. How do you know I'm not here if you don't look back?

Like the summer breeze, the warm sunshine in the afternoon, the trees in early spring and the old wine, just like you.

I want to talk to you about gods and ghosts and theism, fireworks and windows, the fourth dusk in May, and a love affair.

Soft sunshine pours down, and cool autumn wind blows on my face. The spark in your eyes and the radian of your mouth are the best treasures in the whole autumn. I can't compare with your smile when I see the mountains and plains.

Your name is the best three words I have practiced thousands of times.

The three strongest heartbeats in the first half of my life occurred when I was called by the teacher in class, when I went down the stairs and when I met you.

I think the world is beautiful. The trees are full of flowers in sunny days, the lake ripples in rainy days, the sun sweeps through the city, the breeze passes through the fingers, the love songs played by every radio station at night, and the shadows scattered by every mountain road are all words you inadvertently wrote, leaving me to read year after year.

I am not a magician, but you are. In my dark world, you quietly and easily become the brightest star.

I often don't know how to express what I want to say. Love is always hidden in my eyes, but you don't know that it is also hidden in this poem.