Miss you, deep in the red dust

Spread out the long scroll of the years, I took missing as a pen, waiting as a note, put a curtain of thoughts on the side, release the red geese that are looking forward to, gently close a shoulder of flowers, and sing the broken thoughts for you. Text/red dust smiled at the water bank of time, the slightly tipsy wind, red cherries and green plantains. Walking in the sun, holding a bottle of heart into your heart, all kinds of thoughts turn gently and tactfully with the moonlight water color, which is charming and fragrant. I always believe that meeting is a gift from heaven. Deep in the red dust, you are the one I have to wait for in this life. The vast sea of people, looking at only one glance, will be like falling in love for a long time; Talking only one word, it is like walking through thousands of years of soul. The days accompanied by qinse are the most beautiful time. You are the mountain, I am the flowing water, the long wind is the song, the quiet string and the clear sound, the flow pulse, and the Lingxiu is passionate. You are free and easy, gentle my shame, I have a clear word, fell in love with your love. From then on, Xiaolu infatuated lingering, the stars and the moon were the basis, and all the soft words were in silence, turning into a silent companion, silent love. That day, you called and said you would come to see me. At that moment, the expectation hidden in your heart suddenly flooded. I know very well that the flowers bloom this season will be filled with true feelings with incomparable love. I know that that a whisper will make all dreams tremble along the waiting vines. I like to hear you call my baby in a soft voice. Who’s your heart hurt when you call my baby? Baby, whose tears wet whose eyes? Perhaps, in this world, a kind of love, without confession, can be engraved in the heart; A love, without telling, smiling, can be warm. Through the wind at your fingertips, I miss you endlessly and hope that your drawing board will be filled with my pink attachment silently. I never expect that your love will last forever. In the depths of the red dust, the vast sea of people knows that there is no regret. The wind and dust of passing through the years know that what is settled in the bottom of my heart is the most true. In the most beautiful years, it is not an incomparable happiness to meet a person who loves you, even if it is in full bloom and wither in an instant, and to keep the end of the world and the end of the world with a lifetime of infatuation? Three thousand infatuated lingering, just for one person, juggling a beautiful heart, no matter flowers bloom, love, will be a tree of obsession, gorgeous into the eternal soul. A flower language, thousands of flowers, a season of fragrance, thousands of gentle feelings. Dear, I really want to think: under the green light ink, I raised my eyebrows with you, leaned against the window to listen to the wind, and smiled quietly, for you, Kite sound flick, redgusset; I really want to think: under the moon, I will snuggle with you, if you walk happily, even if you hug each other for a while, you will also deeply hide that unforgettable thing. Light smoke Johann, love of butterfly fragrance, only feeling of regal look back, make me think of regal dynasty and Twilight. In this life, I only wish to hold my son’s hand and enjoy my son, not to live up to the fleeting time, not to live up to the Qing. If you can, dear, please allow me to write a plain letter under the green light ink. In this life, I will sing for you a thousand times. When the wind of the season falls and the scenery is enchanting, I will still stand at the ferry of time and watch Qingqing Road when I come. If you can, dear, please allow me to spend the last month, deep in my soul, for you, I am infatuated and drunk for a long time. Even though tears shed vicissitudes of life, I don’t want to sleep together in the same bed, I only wish a beam of happiness. Spread out the long scroll of the years, I took missing as a pen, waiting as a note, put a curtain of thoughts on the side, release the red geese that are looking forward to, gently close a shoulder of flowers, and sing the broken thoughts for you. Night, Qishan, miss you, deep in the red dust! The smile of red dust was written on 2013, 5 and 29. QQ1285207538

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