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It's so tiring to love you.

Lonely and dark night, seven minutes of cool day.

A breeze peeked into the room through the window.

The bell in the opposite direction deviates from the starting point.

I couldn't sleep at the moment.

The hustle and bustle of the whole street is too beautiful.

It reflects the decadence of the city.

Where to look for the signs that are gradually breathing.

I still can't quit what is good for you.

When we were young and ignorant, we walked together with a smile.

Time is cruel and keeps flowing away, how to free the fetters in my heart.

Living in a world without you, lonely but can only carry it alone.

I will write my thoughts into a psalm.

I'm fantasizing about your tears and trying to soothe your hairline.

It's just that I never understood that time is the boundary of love.

I don't want to see you sad, lose your gentle fingertips.

Firm in each other's beliefs Breath spreads along the memory.

Dusty letters divide the picture.

Implying that love has been stranded.

The train will go all the way north.

Pursue the sweetness of your past.

When we were young and ignorant, we walked together with a smile.

Time is cruel and keeps flowing away, how to free the fetters in my heart.

Living in a world without you, lonely but can only carry it alone.

I will write my thoughts into a psalm.

Know best every day

I'm fantasizing about your tears and trying to soothe your hairline.

It's just that I never understood that time is the boundary of love.

I don't want to see you sad, lose your gentle fingertips.

Firm in each other's beliefs Breath spreads along the memory.

If we turn back the clock and go back to the past, the sunset stretches our faces.

On the edge of the lake, hurried footsteps, unbearable wounds, who is singing.

I'm fantasizing about your tears and trying to soothe your hairline.

It's just that I never understood that time is the boundary of love.

I don't want you to see the embarrassment when you turn around and wander around.

On the day when the maple shadow swayed, emotions flew with the falling leaves.

Poignant Centennial Off-Strings Play the love for you.

1. It's still summer, summer nights to be exact. We walked together to the outskirts of the town, where there was no more crowds, only the scattered villages in the distance, and the shadowy trees. He said, "Sit down, let's wait for the train to return at night."

There is some warmth in my heart, and on such a night, someone will coincide with my thoughts. The two of them were quiet, letting the time pass slowly, as if they could grow old in this way.

Second, I don't have a deep affection for this small town, perhaps because I was not born and raised here. So even though I've lived here for a few years, it's still a bit unfamiliar.

Passing through the city, there is a small river, called "Dan River", passing by plainly, it seems that there is only a bridge that is not very grandiose, and the river is rare to see in the past few years.

The image that remains in my impression is still the image of a few years ago. In the night of the Dan River, there is the sound of bubbling water, slowly flowing through the dream-like feelings, and his smiling face in the shallow night.

3. Jinfeng Temple in the west of the small city has been to it several times.

Stone tables and stone benches, towering ancient trees. The coolness of summer and the bleakness of autumn are also felt here. The color of the glazed tiles in the sunlight is still vivid in my memory, and the quiet meditation room, for a moment, I was so eager to stay there for a few nights.

I didn't talk to anyone about such thoughts, and my fellow H Jun would not know if he wanted to argue. Otherwise he'll laugh at my stupidity. There are many moments when we enjoy it with someone, but we don't know what kind of feelings will remain in their hearts.

Fourth, I still keep those old things. When I was a student, I exchanged small notes with my friends in class. Letters, the diaries written over the past ten years, and the books you sent me.

It's not that I don't want to forget, but I really can't give up those years, and the forest liquid youth we have together. Those laughter and tears, after the cleansing of time, are already clear.

Looking through those books, it seems that I am communicating with the other of you, and the faces hidden in the depths of the years emerge one by one, dear, are you okay now?

Fifth, sing with you all the way.

In fact, such a journey is very short, so short that I don't have to think about it, it has disappeared without a trace.

Side by side or hand in hand, only we walk. No matter how beautiful the scenery on the road is, remember that there is only you and me, just you and me.

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Romance is our masterpiece. I love romance and I love creating romance. I even like to hold hands with you and enjoy the starry sky in the night sky, and the stars blink and blink, as if telling the legendary love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

I also like to travel with you, because those joys, those memories, those good testimonies, belong only to us, to our common memories. Romance and flowers go hand in hand. I know you are a girl who loves flowers, and I would like to give it to you every day.

In fact, you are the most beautiful flower, and I am the green leaf. The green leaves are proud of the flowers, and the flowers are beautiful because of the green leaves.

The girl is more sensual, she likes these, she likes the happy ending of the heroes and heroines in idol dramas, and she likes their wonderful vision of the future world. She also liked to be coquettish in front of the boy, because she thought, this is how I love him.

She also likes to choke her air, and often the boy has to use all his tricks to make her happy, and she says that she cares about him to play petty. She likes to bully his honesty, sometimes she is very happy, but she has to pretend to be very sad, watching the boy do it in a hurry, she said, she understands him, understands him. A boy likes a girl because he knows that she is all he has.

Maybe love begins at this moment of romance, and with the years, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son.

Perhaps, the most romantic thing is to grow old with you.

Search for a song with affection on the Internet, preferably one that can express your feelings, and give it to her, what he has been longing for.

Years later, seeing you cry will still be as distressed and overwhelmed as when you first met......

There was such a couple. The girl is very beautiful, very understanding, and occasionally comes up with some bad ideas to play on the boy. The boy is very smart and sensible, the main thing.

Strong sense of humor. You can always find a way to make a girl laugh when you get along with two people. Girls love the optimism of boys.

They have always gotten along well, and the girl's feelings for the boy are faint, saying that the boy is like her own relatives. Boys love girls very much and care very, very much about her. So whenever there is a quarrel, the boy will say that he is not good, his own fault.

He said so even sometimes when he really didn't blame him. He didn't want the girl to be angry. Five years later, the boy still loves the girl very much, and one weekend, the girl went out on errands, and the boy was going to look for the girl, but when he heard that she was in trouble, he dismissed the idea.

He stayed at home for a day, he didn't contact the girl, he felt that the girl had been busy and it was not good for him to bother him. Who knew that when the girl was busy, she was still thinking about the boy, but she didn't hear from the boy one day, and she was very angry. When I got home in the evening, I sent a message to the boy with a lot of words.

There was even a mention of a breakup. It was 12 p.m.; The boy was so anxious that he called the girl's mobile phone, called 3 times in a row, and hung up. No one answered the ** at home, guessing that the girl pulled out the ** line.

The boy grabbed his clothes and went out, he was going to the girl's house. It was 12:25The girl received another ** from the boy at 12:40, and when she called from her mobile phone, she hung up again and didn't say anything all night.

The boy didn't hit the girl again. On the second day, the girl received ** from the boy's mother, and ** there were tears. The boy was in a car accident last night.

**It was said that the speed of the car was too fast, and the brakes were not sharp, and it hit a large truck that broke down in the middle of the road. By the time the ambulance arrived, the person was gone. The girl's heart hurt so much that she couldn't cry, but it was useless to regret it.

She can only remember the joy and happiness that the boy brought her from the bits and pieces of memories The girl forced herself to come to the accident car parking lot with grief, and she wanted to see the last place where the boy stayed. The car has been hit and completely out of shape. On the steering wheel, on the dashboard, there were also stains of the boy's blood.

The boy's mother gave the girl the belongings of the boy at the time, the wallet, the watch, and the mobile phone stained with the boy's blood. The girl opened her purse, and there was her ** inside, and most of it was soaked with blood. When the girl picked up the boy's watch, she was surprised to find that the hands of the watch stopped near 12:35.

The girl instantly understood that the boy used his last strength to hit her ** after the accident, but she herself didn't answer because she was still blocking air. The boy didn't have the strength to dial the second ** anymore, and he left with infinite affection and guilt for the girl The girl never knew what the last thing the boy wanted to say to her was. The girl also understood that no one would love her more than this boy......