I want a short message about love,

The latest classic love, courtship, emotional message

I said to God, "I want my pen pal forever." God said no, "only seven days." I said, "Well, Monday to Sunday." God said, "No, only four days." I said, "Well, spring, summer, autumn and winter." God said, "No, only three days."

Jesus Christ. "I said," well, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. " God said, "no, only two days." I said, "Well, it's just that it's dark." God said, "No, just one day." I said, "Okay. God looked at me doubtfully, and I said, "Every day I live."

There is a kind of tears that are hard to give up, a kind of eyes that are unforgettable, a kind of family affection that is heartbreaking, and a kind of concern that lingers under the moon.

Find an elegant teahouse called Yuan, put two old rattan chairs on both sides, and pour two glasses of sake. I wish "Cheers!" Let miss be accompanied by wine.

Can't quit, the mood of flowers is not flowers, can't quit, foggy lines. Dreams are still smelling, bubbles are still watching, pretending to smile, wasting my pride.

The same regret is different from concealment, the same pain is different from conditioning, and the same acacia is divided into pieces and lingers in the fundus.

The long rain lane faded, but your umbrella back was frozen in my heart. Whose shoulder is your smile, the sadness floating over lilacs and the faint dust washed away by years?

How long has there been no bright moonlight in front of the bed in a brightly lit city? Is there a pure dream in the night without bright moonlight? How I want to go back to those moonlit years; Think more, and turn back the water of time. . .

If the night is cold and the water in the ancient mountain spring is cold, are you awake, the children lost in the urban forest? Hurry home.

On a starry night, when the wind blew the stars away, we lost the stars; On the night when there is no fragrance of flowers, we beat the flowers when it rains; What assumption can I make without you at night? When I miss you, will you miss me like this?

The moon is hazy, hanging in such a deep blue sky; You are hazy, somewhere in this city that I can't see; And I, at such a clear moment, so clearly desire tenderness!

As night falls, the lights are on, and the soft lights set off the tranquility and warmth of the night. Although the wind is still so strong, the night is still so dark! Please don't, please don't refuse a heart lamp I lit for you!

The grassland must be beautiful at this time, and the gentle girl is ironing the trauma of her lover's wandering with flowing eyes; At this time, the sea must be beautiful, and the small fishing fire and starlight tell how many people yearn for romance and tenderness. At this time, this city, the most beautiful, will be you in my dream?

Do you want to go back to 2000 years ago with me? It was the bright moon in Qin Dynasty and the grand view in Han Dynasty. At that time, we were a kind man and a kind woman. I cultivated and you knitted, and we lived in peace with the world. Tonight, no sleep!

Time is black, the wind is black, because the night is black; Hair is black, eyes are black and heart is red. Light up your night with my heart, make loneliness wonderful and make you happy!

The moonlight is so bright, how about walking alone in the forest? The wind is so strong, look at the moon outside the window and imagine the ancient beauty. Who was the first person to see the moon rise? Who saw the moon set in the west? Go to sleep, baby

Night, what a charming and familiar beauty, everything fell at her feet and held her breath. Love the night, because she will accompany you to cry, laugh and accompany you bit by bit … tonight, be close to her!

Lovely you stole my love and my heart. I decided to sue you in court. What should I sentence you to? The judge searched all criminal records and cases, and finally the jury unanimously passed: I sentence you to be mine for life.

Night may be a kind of expectation, a kind of temptation, a kind of maturity, just like sweet sadness, just like happy pain; Tonight, after the dark night and the spring breeze, who will-who will wait for me to go home?

Anything can happen on a rainy night except love. Love is exiled, three thousand miles away, two thousand years ago, whose woman would pick mulberry on strangers? Who else will yell evil at the sky? good night

There will be many stories, which will come one after another when they are not prepared; There will be many people who will make us feel lost when we leave; Stories stop time and youth grows old. Who will pat the railing with me to express heroism?

Are those bright flowers brewed at this time? Did those passionate and romantic stories happen at this time? At that time, you had as many old dreams to relive as I do now. Good Night!

The night in the south is wet, just like a lost heart, covered with a wet quilt in loneliness and wrapped in a wet heart to sleep. The only comfort is the longing for the future. Believe it, tomorrow will be better.

Tonight, it feels like the fable of the Gospel. In memory, some things will be transformed and can speak, so we may sit quietly under the stars and meditate on a night and chew rose petals.

Thinking about the light when it is dark, and longing for warmth on a cold night; Dreams grow sturdily tonight, and tonight we get out of all the lost ways!

It is said that spring is infinitely beautiful. Why, at the most beautiful moment, there is always the most beautiful sadness? The night wind blurred the moonlight and dimmed the lights. Will there be dreams that have never been lost? Good Night! Good Night! Good Night!

Spring dreams are traceless, spring rains are silent, and when spring nights are lonely, don't think about tenderness; The flowers that should be thanked have been thanked, and the flowers that should be opened are in bloom. Where are the people who should come? Still walking on the road?

The fireworks are gone, and the bright moon still stubbornly guards the cool loneliness and joy; The moon on the fifteenth is sixteen circles, and the moon after the sixteenth is always on the road; Give me a dream, let me give you a rosy light!

Caring is not about hanging firecrackers, it will be over when it is released; Trouble is not a period of time, after which it is forgotten; Concern is the blessing of five hundred years' practice, and it becomes the positive result of thinking of you day and night!

When you are asleep, someone who can't sleep is thinking about you. Are you happy? When you wake up, there is still someone who is not awake thinking about you. Are you happy? I am the one who gives you happiness and happiness.

I am the string that you broke a thousand years ago. Travel through time and space, meet you with the waste heat of your fingers, without luxurious fragments, just seek ordinary warmth!

Sunshine is beautiful, not as comfortable as friends; The sky is beautiful, not comparable to the embellishment of friendship; The stars are beautiful, not as precious as greetings.

Ginkgo biloba leaves slowly slipped from your fingers, with your handwriting on them. I am standing in the rain, so far away from you, and I wonder who will stand by your umbrella.

This world can live without sunshine, but it can't live without your smile, because without your smile, my world will be dark.

Love is the hard work of caring; Love is the loneliness of missing; Love is the joy of reunion; Love is the happiness of embracing each other; Love is a silent blessing to each other.

Sincere feelings can freeze time. A love encounter, a love that we will remember for a lifetime, let us remember it forever!

With you, the world will be wonderful. With your calm lake, the waves will rise. Only with you can you know the taste of missing and the connotation of passion!

Because of fate, whether in the blue sky of your life or in the rainy season, I will always just turn away from you and hold up an undeserved sky for you!

Only when you smell the freshness of jasmine can you know the beauty of flowers, only when you see the rainbow flying frame can you know the brilliant meaning, and only when you miss without missing can you know the invincibility of missing.

Don't let troubles dilute wine, and don't let sadness affect holding hands. It's a long way to go, and we need to go on together to know each other forever.

I kept your photos, collected your handwriting, recorded your voice and stored our code words, just to piece together a living you after parting.

I am not a loved one. Every moment of love is my eternity. I am afraid that the wind is getting colder and colder, and that love is scarred. You are still the person I miss most.

A hundred acres of atrium is half covered with moss, and the white water in front of the door is lingering. How many people can come when you are free? The cloister in the courtyard is silent in spring, and there are two or three apricots planted in Shantaoxi, which are scattered for whom.

I can't stop crying and throwing red beans. I can't stop blooming spring flowers and painting buildings. I can't sleep well. After the storm and dusk, I can't forget the new worries and old grievances.

I'm talking about the sadness of lonely autumn and the lovesickness in the open sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.

Highway, birch forest. A few sad songs, a missing person. A cigarette, a glass of wine, a lonely door. The car shop is drifting away, and my heart sinks with the setting sun.

Sitting in the window is silent, the moon bends, and you don't write your name a thousand times. Cut constantly, the reason is still left, gone, and my heart is still full of various feelings.

It turns out that the world of love is so big that it can hold a hundred kinds of grievances; It turns out that the world of love is so small that three people will suffocate.

If one day, I can't help asking you: Who is your favorite person? No matter how reluctant you are, please lie to me: the person you love most is me.

Everyone's mind is a castle wandering in the sun. I don't expect to open a door. I just need a listener to listen to my heartbeat.

Love is meaningless, but my habit is accumulating, thinking that giving my heart can save you, leaving grievances, leaving loneliness and even heartache incomplete.

Warm sunshine and blue sky, long hair and sweet smile. I am deeply in love, infatuated with, and my hearts are rolling.

Rainy nights can be lonely or romantic; March didn't come, the rain came, and many good things were waiting for us.

In March, the spring is strong; At the end of the dream, in memory, the stars under the moon can't see the four seasons. Remember this time last year? At that time, flowers were in full bloom and butterflies were flying. Night has come, remember me? The rain is flying, who is not coming back?

On such a cold night, I still think about some lively things to keep warm. For example, when I was a child, I was naughty and was beaten by an adult. The burning feeling was very warm. Who will hit you tonight? Good night

After a dull day, impetuous heart should be calm in the cold night; Accustomed to drifting, is there a starry home waiting for us to go back? Good night and sweet dreams!

Looking up at the sky, I may not see the stars all over the sky; Sighing too deeply, I can't catch the flowing time; You see my bright smile, but you can't see my tears; Good night, sweet dreams, it will be three thousand miles in a blink of an eye!