Fly with you

The most enjoyable thing is to fly on the long road with you, one side is water and the other side is endless green. The Sun seemed unwilling to float in front of us like that, trying to climb up a little bit hard, and the light that could not be concealed shed all the way. The color of the Red Rose for thousands of miles. It seemed that someone poured a glass of beautiful wine into the atmosphere, and the air became red, and then all the mountains and rivers were dyed red. Fresh air was blowing on our faces. After a lonely night, it was like a naughty child who had met our relatives for a long time, blowing up our hair and clothes to be drunk and immortal. If there were only two of us in this world, how good it would be, you said. You always like to say this sentence. I know you don’t like living in the complex lock. You always want to be simple, even if it is quite ancient, even if it is a flood. At this time, I will always laugh at your selfishness: parents don’t want it? Then you will definitely say that of course there are my parents and your parents, our closest relatives. In fact, I know that you still hope that only the two of us will go to the grassland to shepherd horses, go to Tibet for pilgrimage, dance with the wind, sing to the rain, grow old together, or die together. I only hope that this straight road can extend until the horizon, until the Cape, until every place we want to go. In that way, we can gallop down like this all the time, to the old earth, to the heaven and earth, to the dry seas and rocks, until we turn into wind and solidify into stone. At that time, I was still me, and you were still you? Raohe gouache flowed joyfully with a red face, winding forward. The thick shore always wanted to stop her steps, stop her, and stop again, but eventually she couldn’t stop her determination to move forward, so she made a way and let her wander, but Hu Hua arms never left. Silent gaze is a stay deep in the heart, not to say, but never change. You said that you really wanted to see the sea, watch the HAILANG rolling, listen to the ups and downs of the waves, — –, once again, the waves hit the coast, the silence of the world was wild, you and I just sat quietly watching the sun rising and sunset. The happiest thing is that we walked into Haizi’s poem and built a wooden house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. On a moonlit night, you and I drove to the slowest speed and walked along the road. The milky white light mist wrapped us, and the sweetness was too thick to melt. Without thousands of lights, only endless stars accompanied us all the way, jumping and flashing, blessing us and sharing our happiness. At night, it was quiet and the light wind was blowing. The weather in autumn was a little cold, but we parked the car in the most quiet place, holding hands to watch the moon together, counting the XINGX in the sky. The silhouette of the near and far houses is jagged and fixed. There is a kind of quiet beauty only in dreams, like in the sky and the world. Rao river water surface silver dots, Milky Way, is it the same? Are you and I the double-sewed Cowherd and weaving maid? If so, we will never separate. The Grove of Lotus Mountain is also our a house of call. The bright moonlight passes through the tree that even Ke’s fault, sprinkling silver spots on the soft grass, and also sprinkling all over us, like wearing a coat of grain spots, but it is like a godsend background. We crossed the Time Tunnel opened by Buddha for us, and let our thoughts return to several years ago, to our childhood, to our youth, to my joy and to your sorrow. The autumn night is quiet, but the heart is more excited, happiness is full, and the small chest can no longer be filled. We are two pieces of clear water reflected by Yuehua and reflected by Yuehua. I flowed into you, you flowed into me, crossed and integrated, and finally I couldn’t tell which one was you and which one was me. Hands and hands are folded, there is no promise, but it is destined to be carried together in a lifetime. Watching ice fresh, you said the sentence that touched you most was: hold your hand and grow old with your son; Although you are not the best, and there are better things around me than you, but that doesn’t matter to me, because I just want to hold your hand and grow old with you. Stepping on the red carpet of the Temple of Love is God’s best reward for us. I will hold your soft pancreas and walk the whole journey. No matter laughter and tears, no matter whether the ideal is achieved or not, I and you will never give up, even if we become butterflies after thousands of years, we will fly with the wind together.

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