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Snow! You gently tell me. So, I opened the window, cold waves hit, the wind raging in the dry climate of the north, but I heard the sound of snow floated southern ......
Sitting in the twelfth lunar month window, opened the curtains light blue, gray tones, as always, filled out the window, it seems to find no less than gorgeous. In front of the office, I do not know who shed a few drops of water into a small ice twinkling of an eye. Such a climate is naturally dry and cold can not find the source of warmth. And I put thoughts down on the paper light Su Jian, in the words of Tim dash for their fragrance in warm, increasing several colors, a good cross which reveals the bone chill of winter.
Small handful of roses, carnations with a light placed in the cup, boiling water, and pretty soon, the water float spring color and aroma, and warm heart will immediately spring. This time, my words will warm in the fall because of you. I do not know is deliberately romantic, static or slowly learned to enjoy life, and often also in love with a leaf, a flower, or even a bee ...... you said I was warm, a delicate is to understand love women. I hear, smiled.
Sometimes, also because of your words, but sophistry or deliberately put on a half-day twas not understand. In fact, the heart is sweet, as when the school award, the total seems to be subject to the same criticism head down to go. Maybe deep down you still kind of shy girls, although already an adult.
Which clump of elegant light summer Fragrance blowing, hanging on your arm, you will stay in my window. In the days of the Green Man wrapped together gently through the four seasons, the most eager to see snow or together with you, that white snow and the next might have hosted the most clear love of the earth, to a romantic light sprinkling in the air, gave the world a static cleaning, a beauty. However, the Northwest is often very dry, snow seldom appeared, I always in the text qingyin a snowflake. You are to understand, understand my words, I know the character hidden behind white heart.
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To me, he used to sit leaning out of windows daily, every opportunity to let off the snow. Said yes, go together, will go longer and farther. So, whether it is autumn or winter snows, and even flowers, we have to look at together. This season, I invite you to see nothing but snow, how can it between you and me easily escape? Wait for the snow, it became my winter, and your best expectations. Southern relatively high temperatures, but not much snow day. But I firmly believe that our agreement will not be wrong.
Who said that, sooner or later, will encounter a soul truly belongs to encounter people ...... met, not that late. Life is so long, and so short, and like the people together, forever and sometimes must, and boring people together, but also for the long pass ...... I always think, is whether it is early evening and met to be lucky, but also the edge. And you meet, the edge is the most beautiful of my life.
You love the career, life in the palace of wisdom sway with your glory, is so elegant and comfortable, it is so inscrutable; I love my job, every day of my life, the good intentions I Warm occupation, is a quiet little woman, but also a desire for romantic fireworks woman. If you encounter this life, is the edge of a robbery?
In fact, the heart of the city every day in all kinds of interpretation of the story, the opening curtain has long been commonplace. When a person, often facing the night in a daze, your heart will cool down, you can miss it is so rich, it is because a person full up. You can not touch my world, but also my heart can reach the harbor. No matter what, I’m always willing to talk to you forever, even if only a woman’s little mind, you will be hard to listen to. Even subtle fragrance had dissipated, you’re still stuck in my ivy winding window, perhaps, not as attachment, just to listen to the whisper of years.
Time is very shallow, too easy, they missed the most beautiful years, however, this has become a missed Love met the most beautiful gorgeous. You patchwork pace gently walk in my window, whenever, open the windows, there you drift over the fragrance, like Apple, like oranges, sweet but not attractive.
Warm memories wiped away my heart is always sweet. Way of life, there are confidant as partners, perhaps a little more colorful; clear Jane’s life, a more understanding and know that life will go further. Leaning out of windows, I Fangfei thoughts on one page of paper thin, I gently wrote: You are the most beautiful of my life edge.
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