We tossed and turned in the red dust road, and with a light click in front of the screen, fate let us meet. Warm moments, pure smiles, and sincere concern are gently passed by with the passing of time. The heart, which rises and falls in words, wanders in the world of true love.
On the winter night, listening to the pure and flexible **, accompanied by a very warm state of mind, light up the crystal and bright meditation of the petals in your heart, and stop in your world. Touching the bits and pieces since we met, there seems to be a warm murmur in my ears. The falling true love flows gently in the quiet world. In my heart, I was filled with shining lines of poetry.
In the long lonely night, I like to drink fragrant tea and taste the throbbing of my soul in the text. Often through a network cable, across the distance of the world, on the screen to feel the sincerity, concern, care, greetings from all sides of the world, there is always a deep touch, a strong feeling, through the network cable, falling in the softest place in the heart.
The years are long, watching the time gently toss and turn, and in the depths of the flowers of memory, there is a strong love and concern stretching all the way, spreading out the fragrant petals. Open your delicate ten fingers, tap on the keyboard attentively, dip the traces of your past with a pen full of true love, cherish the dark fragrance of your heart, and collect every bit of care.
Looking back on the days along the way, we met by chance on the Internet, regardless of where we came from, and did not ask how many truths were hidden in the virtual InternetWe only confide in the text, know each other in the text, feel each other's joys, sorrows and sorrows in the text, and then send sincere blessings, greetings like orchids, and warm and sunny condolences in words.
The fate of the end of the world, just like this, holding the years out of the joints, from my thin years to beat the horse, in the rhyme of the red dust, singing a light love, with a faint ink fragrance, waiting for sincerity. The fingertips slid slightly, and the murmuring of the heart danced in the thick of the night. True love is a lingering tune in the heart. Lingering in the world of true love, my heart is like a long river, chanting shallowly and singing lowly.
In the vast sea of nets, acquaintance is fate. We believe in true love, collect the little surprises in the net, the little warmth, the little touching, write the sincerity, true feelings, and true meaning with a smart pen, and leave the most touching smile on the lips in the youthful time.
On a cold winter night, leaning on your lintel, take a snow crystal, pick up a plum fragrance sleeve, brew a warm and comfortable, and tell my eternal concern and longing in the poetry and painting, purity and true love you create. So, the days passed happily in a light click. The mood, in full of emotion, is secretly sublimated. Friendship is in the silent perception, and the water flows for a long time.
Countless words, accompanied by the fragrance of books, gently flow between your eyebrows and eyes. At this time, I saw the warm home, with the fragrance of books you lit for me, the fragrance was quietly spreading, and the love for the pure land of the soul was like a vine, gradually entwined.
Guarding the window full of heartfelt touch, careful care, picking up this perceived happiness, strung into a crystal necklace, knocking on the dust and smoke of the years, and walking in front of the screen. Or share other people's stories, or enjoy different scenery, or follow the people in the net to share the sorrows and joys, or quietly meditate, string the thoughts that touch the heart into vibrant words, brush away the dust, and precipitate into a quiet flower fragrance in the clear space.
Believe in true love, love falls in words. Under the candle window, drinking tea and reading together, we are tirelessly moving forward and holding hands calmly in the journey of words. The years are quiet, true love falls on every ordinary day, singing and whispering the love and concern ...... each side of the world