The rain gently brushed the window lattice, and the spring breeze blew, moist and warm.
I sat alone in front of this window, the feelings of longing rippled in my heart, turned into an infatuation, and I only loved you for the rest of my life.
Memories emerge from the past, when I first met my beloved woman in Jiangnan, when you were bathed in the spring rain.
Your long hair is like a cloud, slightly curled, and falls like a waterfall on your gentle shoulders.
Your blinking eyes twinkle like stars, like the moon in a clear sky.
I stare at you as if time had stopped and only you were in my world.
Every time I meet, I feel extremely happy.
At that dusk, we walked along the river together and watched the river sparkle.
You gently put your arm around me, and I felt the power of love coming from your warm palm, filling my heart with joy and peace.
I look down at your face, and your smile is charming, like a spring flower blooming.
Your eyes reveal the hope for the future and the longing for love, and I know that you are the happiness I seek.
On that day, the light rain fell one after another, and the scenery of Jiangnan added a sense of tenderness.
We sat next to each other by the window of the teahouse, listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the glass outside.
You are talking to me about your dreams in a soft voice, and you hope that one day you can keep the warmth of this moment and spend your life with me.
I clasped your hand with trembling hands, tears of excitement in my eyes. At this moment, I understand that you are the most beautiful gift of my life.
Time passes quietly, and the flame of love burns in the years. Whether it is ups and downs, or life and death, we are always closely interdependent.
In the countless eye contacts, we use silent perseverance to interpret what is a lifetime of love.
When I comb your long hair with the palm of my hand, I feel the joy of each strand of your hair.
When you snuggle tightly into my arms, I feel your trust and reliance on me. A lifetime of love has never wavered.
The eyes of longing stared out of the window from time to time, brushing the tears from the corners of their eyes, with endless attachment.
You are far away on the other side of the Yangtze River, and I am staying in this big city, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but still imagining each other by each other's side.
Missing is a pain, an indescribable pain, but at the same time it is also a kind of romance, a deep touch.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and recall the scene of our encounter, as if we were there.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River blows on my face, the spring breeze blows my long hair, and your figure is gradually moving away, but it is eternal in my heart.
I put **, put a poem by Xu Zhimo, every sentence is like a promise sealed in my heart, let me cast all my infatuated thoughts on you in the distance.
There is an infatuation that only loves you for the rest of your life
Whether it is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River or the breeze of the spring breeze, my thoughts still linger in my heart.
I believe that no matter how time passes, our love is still the same, like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River entangles every moment of love. This love, deeply imprinted in our hearts, will always protect us.
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