Acacia-filled sentences

The sentence regretting lovesickness is as follows:

The moonlight is hazy, a little homesick, and the breeze in the middle of the month seems to be an old dream. My heart sends the bright moon, shines on the horizon, and I enjoy a full moon and miss both places.

You bathed in morning dew and sent me a bunch of red roses; You put on a suit of sunshine and sent me far away. Today, the roses are still there, people are in two places, and the autumn wind is full of acacia.

To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

With a ray of hazy moonlight, I will light up my thoughts and overflow the Changfeng, waiting for a blooming flower. How much I want to walk on the golden beach holding your hand, leaving two pairs of shallow footprints. Think more, hold your hand, walk on the quiet tree-lined road, and smile and happiness pervade each other's faces. Think more, count the bits and pieces of time with you, condense into a warm ocean, and flow in your heart and mine.

When the flowers bloom, I know that the wind at my fingertips is still the farthest glimpse in my soul, passing through my long hair and your eyes, holding the yearning for love, full of my wandering call, standing as a tree for you, graceful.

Acacia is a beautiful melody. Listen to the frequency of tears, describe the taste of the mood, and sow the feelings of the present, in order to protect the previous picture.

The days of Sauvignon Blanc are round, the moon is round, the grass is green, and I am rejuvenated several times. I can't bear to swallow loneliness. Frost morning, snow morning, keep the empty boudoir alone, hold the fragrant soul, and lock the door as much as possible.

Acacia is mysterious, like a shadow Silently lingering in my mind, suddenly engulfing me in the lonely night. I can't resist, I miss you so much that I can't breathe!

A mountain cannot be separated from acacia, and a horizon cannot be separated from silence. I miss you with my life, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself in the mountains, listen to the trickle, and the breeze dances with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

The moon is as soft as water, the mark of missing flows in the galaxy of time, and Ni language is engraved in a season of catkins flying. Let love melt in every second's breath, tie it with green leaf-like affection, bathe in the rain flying all over the sky, let miss take advantage of the tidbits of love, and everything seems to fall out of the water and attach to it silently. In this life, you and I can smile warmly and indulge in it.