99 Love Letters for Boys Edition 200

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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Dear Jun: When the tide of the night hits, I am a night cat with a pair of shining eyes open in the text. I'm going to write to you. It starts tonight.

The night is always sneaky, black and hollow, and carries a meager chill that sizzles through the deep tunnels. It climbed over the mountains, soared into the air, and ran long distances on foot, finally covering the earth with a piece of black plain collapsed fabric. Jun, I used to be afraid of the night and the cold, but for you, I became strong and brave.

That's one of those people. The text has you in it. You are a fire.

Writing to you is to chat with you, there are laughter and sweetness written on your face, imprinted in your heart, ** will it be cold? Even if it's cold, you'll reach for a pair of hands, and I'll hand them over, and they'll hold each other, and there's nowhere to hide.

However, after all, I am at a distance from you. This distance gives rise to endless thoughts and rich imaginations.

The spread out letter is rose-colored and will represent one of my wishes and greetings. Let the night breeze be my messenger to you, and bring my whispers softly to your ears. When you're reading lines of hot sentences in the light......

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These days, he has been like this, restless, depressed, unable to eat or sleep, locking himself in the house and drinking alone. One moment crying, one moment laughing, the other time playing the guitar and singing to himself. That song.

The mourning is low, like weeping and complaining, and passers-by will shed tears when they hear it. While singing, the doorbell rang, and the postman delivered a thick letter from home. He took it and opened it, and what caught his eye was a line of beautiful handwriting. He was amazed:

Ah, is that her? ”

Above. Dear Brother Joan (Allow me to call you that, I suppose you will not refuse a woman who will soon be buried in the ground!) When you receive this letter, you will be surprised:

What's going on at home? And who would write such a lengthy letter? Let me tell you, Brother Joan, it's me, your poor woman, the girl you once loved with all your heart.

Dear Brother Joan, do you remember? On that midsummer night three years ago, you made an ingenious agreement with me to abandon all modern means of communication and pass on the book.

Thousands of miles away, one love letter a week, until the hundredth love letter we officially got married, to set a Guinness Book of Records.

Leave a love story. Flowers bloom and fall, the moon is full and the moon is missing, and three spring and autumn seasons have passed. If I'm not mistaken, this letter is exactly the ninety-ninth "love letter" I am going to write to you!

I can't remember how many times I wanted to write you another letter, but every time it was written, I burned it. I'm afraid, Brother Joan, I'm afraid that the hundredth love letter will really appear in front of you! I blame myself :

Why write to you? Even if you send it, you'll still read ......