Make You Love in the world

Three more, the rain was falling, I wanted to sleep and wake up, the cloak got up, the candle lights were like beans, and the lights were three people. Pushing the window, the cold wind invaded the body and couldn’t help shivering. The night was heavy, the rain slowly, muting, muting. Raindrops fall into plantain, with small flowers, layer by layer, touching the heart. Suddenly, my heart is cramped, I want to break, drip banana, and I can’t tell the meaning of lovesickness in the world. I can’t help thinking of Li Yi’an’s words. Who planted banana tree at the window? Yin is full of Atrium; Yin is full of Atrium, leaves and leaves have heart and heart, and roll back and forth have spare feelings. It rained more and more on the sad pillow, and it rained more. It hurt the Northern people and didn’t get used to listening. I’m afraid I am in the same mood as her at the moment. Besides lovesickness, I am still lovesickness. I recalled that at the beginning, I hugged each other and listened to the rain, started to watch the Falling Flowers, bet on books and poured tea, conjugal bliss, but now it is forever separated. Looking through the letters, the long-lasting affection love words warm in your heart and remember that when you write, you are not familiar with them and the font is childish. But now, it seems that it is a kind of warm atmosphere, beautiful, tranquil and warm. From time to time, your delicate state appears in your mind, just like the woman under Wang Jihui’s words: imitating Cao ‘E’s writing, and the painting technique is not unfamiliar. I wanted to be a mandarin duck, and I was ashamed to be peeped by Lang and refused to write. The original prose passed through index.html I was still immersed in the warmth of the past, unable to extricate myself. My eyes were tired and looked down. Letters were piled up in disorder. I looked vague and tearful, and my mood suddenly fell to the bottom Valley. Devdas, I was drunk, and suddenly your figure appeared in front of me. I stretched out my hand and touched it, but I failed. How could you be so cruel? How could you be so dishonest? Aren’t we meeting each other for a lifetime? Aren’t we meeting each other and White heads are not separated? Aren’t we meeting each other, holding hands and growing old with our son? Now it is heaven and earth. Leave me alone in the world, look at the old books and shed tears in this life. Window, cold rain, lonely light, like tonight, is it my companion in this life? I miss you, I feel heartbroken, I read you, I feel sad. No, no, no, that’s all, it’s hard to extricate yourself. What’s the use of thinking? What’s the use of reading? You have left me. Buddha said: Looking back five hundred times in the previous life, you can pass by this life. In the previous life, my practice is not enough. This life can only be with you for a short time. The fate was built in the previous life, so in this life, the fate will be repaired diligently, in exchange for the next life, and the fate will continue. The material should be full of love, and there is no Frends. I feel so sad in this life. If time can come back, I will still be deeply in love with you. I am afraid of being hurt for a long time and have no regrets……

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