Meet you, half bright, half sad

01.

That year, since I met you, it gives a kind of beautiful hue, as if into a long dream scroll, full of poetry.

The mountains are so verdant; water, so aura; even the air is a pleasant smell.

This, is the breath of love, from the distant country of Sichuan and Shu, looking into the distant sky, there is a migratory bird returning, whether through your piece of a deep love of the sky?

In this picturesque Jiangnan, half bright, half sad.

The bright is still have your love, sad is in front of you and I, across the mountains and waters, the endless vast river, no longer see your slender figure.

I saw your eyes with tears, full of deep feelings of reluctance, in those bright days, I will be sad to hide, trying to erase that momentary turn, however, the strong love, has long been in the heart of the surging, your smile, your pear-shaped, your beautiful body, in the beautiful years, branded with a lifelong imprint.

02.

I met, in the early autumn.

You are like that sentimental poet, with a unique pen, knocked open the door of my love, in your simple and euphemistic pen, met a burning heart, will love to splash in the words, will love to splash ink in that beautiful peach forest.

Reading your deep feelings, I read about love - the love that belongs to you and me.

The first thing you need to do is to get to know the person you are with.

Perhaps, this is the so-called love at first sight.

The day of autumn is picturesque, especially in the south of the river, although the flowers in the peach forest have long since withered, but still poetic.

The birds are flying in the tips, chirping crisp chirping, making this a piece of earthly destination; winding paths, connected to the rippling ferry, the paths do not know how many of our footprints; or holding hands and walking, or chasing each other, laughter floating in the forest, startled the birds.

We can talk about literature, we can talk about love, and endless words make those two hearts, little by little close until they merge, can no longer be separated.

This is the brightness of autumn, is the brightness of love, in this absolute beauty of the year, through a wisp of fragrance.

03.

The most beautiful thing is the autumn night.

The small house, in front of the window.

You and I snuggle up, and look at the sky full of stars in the sky, emitting a bright light, at that moment seems to be coated with a layer of dreamy colors.

I would love to travel with you between the sky, how far the mind is, how far people fly, chasing the stars, rocking the moon, we will write love in that galaxy.

In the ear is creeping under the corner of the autumn insects chirping sound, rice is fragrant from the lane spread, poetic fields, poetic Jiangnan, poetic autumn, drenched in poetic love, in this piece of poetry, we counted the sky poetic stars.

The heart, because of the brightness and the sudden joy; heart, because of the love together and crazy stage.

The most beautiful years, with gorgeous colors, only because of your appearance, and when you went to the distant land of Sichuan and Shu, only to find that the color has become dark, through a trace of sadness.

Life is impossible to be smooth, just like this love, after the joy, there will certainly be endless torture.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

04.

The most beautiful year, half bright, half sad.

The color of love is always painted on top of my sky, although people are thousands of miles away, the heart has always remained by my side.

I remember thinking about your beauty, your good, my heart instantly brightened up, and after a while, there is an endless despondency and sadness.

The first thing you need to do is to write your own words, and then you can write your own words, and then you can write your own words.

I met you, half bright, half sad.

I don't know how to describe your good, but again and again will think of your heart hidden in the bottom of my heart, let the bright sunshine on my body, but never dispel the sadness of thinking about you.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing.

Perhaps, this is the taste of love.