Read you, don’t get tired of it a thousand times

I don’t feel tired of reading you for thousands of times. Reading you feels like an old song of the sky. After singing a big North, I prefer the lyrics of this song. Love around the heart, how can you get tired of it for thousands of times, like a feather, stroking green waves of clear water; Like flowers, like smoke, like painting, colorful and red, filled around your fingers. Carve a picture like brocade, step in; A breeze blows in; Read you, write you, thousands of times, not tired! Years. Jump words, swim among clouds, look for your word eyes, for missing! Moonlight, the waiting road has been sailing for thousands of miles, and thousands of mountains and hills always pass by. In the beauty of summer flowers, it is a time to read you. I have tasted sweet and sour words and have been satisfied. I will wait and be the blue in your hand and the cinnabar in your brow. Read that time and don’t get tired of it! Moved Xia imagined the sentence from the flower umbrella with persistent thoughts, green tile and white wall, calligraphy and painting: Azure and other smoky rain, I am at the bottom of the story. Put the secret in the blue and white porcelain between the eyebrows, engraved and hollowed out, keeping the infatuation of thousands of years, telling the theme that cannot be changed, and the original heart that has not been changed, just like reading you, I am tired of it for thousands of times, reading your feelings, forever like the pure heart flower of snow lotus, blooming in the vast grassland, reading you in the vast, never stop, the missing of a city, see through the rain, wet once, or at the end of August, we sought the memory bag and spliced the forgotten paragraphs, which will not be forgotten and will not forget the moment when our fingers touched that journey. Bypassing the mountain, the past was stained with plum snow, and the horse’s hooves rang. The Spring is warm and the flowers bloom. After entering the summer, the flowers spread out full of joy, collecting a sentence with your pen fragrance, just want to try, read your beautiful lines of poetry, twist the flowers into ink, and pick up the flowers and the full moon again; Write the pen and make the flowers, draw the ground firmly, for you and me; Enchanting time, for this reason, infatuated lingering; Cut the stars, embroidered the sun and moon, twilight drum morning clock, for hope, for read! In spring, the classic of joy, the beautiful period, between your eyes, between your lips and teeth of my pity, keep my oath, everything you move around my sight, you are my poem. Phoenix mountain spring outing

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Linjia Lane

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Lover dies, lover…