At this time of the year, our most beautiful meeting

Before I could count the tenderness in my hand, the tide of the passing years pushed me to the shore of this year, looking at the wind chimes in front of the window and listening to the ballad you wrote for me. Inadvertently, I found that the grass was really sprouting quietly, spitting out new green. She was green at this time last year, but there was no you in my world last year. Life is busy or pale when I didn’t meet you, and you are a light that shines into my life and ignites my world. Last year, you didn’t have me, and your life was as quiet as water. Life is water, some are rivers, some are lakes, some are seawater, and some are drinks. What’s the matter? We met each other. In the most beautiful season, flowers will bloom, trees will compete for Green, the sky will get warmer and Yan will return. We didn’t miss each other’s eyes and approached each other. It was the boring one who met you or you met me. Meet unexpectedly, or is it agreed by Sansheng? At the seaside, that warm place, I hold up your words and read you. You walked into my gloomy space, looking for every leaf of my mood. Pick up, read carefully, you read the words of my heart, you walked into the deep valley of my heart, but still refused to leave. Instinctively refuse you, but yearn for you. Who doesn’t want someone to understand, understanding Biai is more fascinating, and understanding Biai is more exciting. You can’t see my busy figure, silently looking at the North, waiting for that Yi Ren to appear in front of your eyes. On the rainy night in June, you quietly confided your thoughts on me with implicit and wise words. I am afraid, because many people are on the train of our lives, getting on and off. You said: I want to be your eternal scenery, not a passer-by in a hurry. Xia Chan hid in the corner of the wall. She said she was afraid of the heat of the hot summer. You can’t see me. You agreed to suffer. You count the time. One hundred days of acquaintance, you write an article saying that we will spend countless hundred days in our lives together. In August, on that gray day, I was injured and lying on the bed. You are more anxious than me, and you always keep me company. The moonlight of Mid-Autumn Festival is very charming. I am a stranger in a foreign land alone. I miss you every holiday. You say: I miss you. You have become a part of my life, just like my relatives. King Whyte opened. There were no petals like golden hooks, and I couldn’t see the mother chrysanthemum on the roadside. I was still suffering from pain and yearned for the freedom of flying. On the rainy night of autumn, my heart is as humid as autumn, easy to feel, willful and changeable. You can only take care of me again and again. You said: this is love. Autumn rain accompanied by several snowflakes. I took off. Although I was a little staggered, you were happier than me and sent me a birthday greeting. Wanshui and Qianshan are also separated by our friendship. When the red blessing falls on my palm, I shed tears. This is a happy tear. The taste is sweet without any salty. Flying Snow brought November, and I missed you in the snowy night. We argue, we are confused, especially if I am too emotional, I will hesitate and shake. I said: let go and grab my hand. You said: No, never. Having experienced too much pain, let’s knock the bell of the new year and feel the heartbeat of the new year together. You said: I hope you will be happy in the new year. When I am happy, I will write down that beautiful moment. You said: when I miss you, I will be like a thorn and suddenly stabbed, but I can’t bear to let go of my hand. I wrote many dreamy words for you. I also said, I will write for you for a lifetime, as long as you are willing. On Valentine’s Day in February, I said that smart women are not lovers, and I just want to be the one you care about. Fireworks in March, if you go far away from the ancient city, I will follow you and move your thoughts to this city with you. In April, tens of thousands of things recovered, and our emotions also went through a circle, drawing a circle. The wicker hit the bud, and the color is like a chicken just out of the shell, goose yellow. 365 days, not long. In the long river of life, it may be a blink of an eye, looking back, that is, a flowering period, and a Epiphyllum. 365 days, very long. If you use hours to calculate, if you use minutes and seconds to calculate. It is these thoughts of every minute and second that constitute our persistent and long-lasting emotions. It is said that pain and happiness coexist, and the happiness you give me is far greater than the pain. I don’t know if this is the love in people’s mouth. I only know that you care about me and I miss you. If one day after another, year after year

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