I often hug others, but I never hug you
I always listen to others patiently but always ignore you
Maybe you are not fair to me
But I don’t want it to be an excuse
I really want to say
And want to tell you now
I love you
You always hold my hand
A stroke of a word
The temperature of your palm is still warm
Warmly holding the back of my hand
That year, girls were in the first grade and boys were in the third grade. The girl is very beautiful, and the boy is also the grass of this school. The boy likes to play basketball, but he is already in his third year of high school. There is really no time to allow him to go. He even skips class to play basketball, and the girl’s gym class happens to be in the first quarter of the afternoon. She can do it almost every time. When he saw him, the boy looked at her and smiled slightly.
They should be destined. The college classmates entered the same unit after graduation. She is the kind of passionate romantic, beautiful girl, he is just an honest and honest man. She likes to go out and chat with him on weekends. When she is in a bad mood, she will cry on his shoulders and dimly. On long vacations, the two of them will turn off their phones to go out to play in the mountains and sing songs. But that's all. In his heart, he always felt that a girl like her would not belong to him.
The first time I saw her, I thought she was very similar to me. That year, we were only 16 years old. At that age, I still knew nothing about love. I just think she is beautiful. She likes white. We all sang on the way home: "Butterfly flying, like youth running in the wind." On the way to school, maybe I could see her on the corner of the street. Our table is not divided into 38 parallel lines. I always think of her as my little sister. How can my brother bully my sister?
I missed the clouds but hoped that the wind would blow away. "I haven't seen the sun since October." People are extremely bored with the cloudy days, and they can't help but express a common sigh for this forceful tide. Mildew gas can easily cause epidemic diseases. I thought about it carefully. I haven't really seen the sun. This day is a little bit upside down. I just feel a kind of depression and awkwardness, but I am sensitive to this ghost weather. what's wrong? It must be a partial symptom of the heart.
She met him on the gardenia garden, when she was a beautiful girl, he was a beautiful young boy. Inadvertently, he took a picture at the heart of the girl.
She inquired about his news, and the more she understood his excellence, the more she liked him. It is said that love is the accumulation of likes. In four years, she walked from Jasper Nianhua to Tao Li Nianhua. His talents grew stronger, and her likes grew stronger.
Willow fluttered, and I passed by her, glanced at each other, and at that moment it seemed that there was a current flowing through my body. A pretty girl, is that feeling called love? I told my friends around me: "I seem to be in love." My friend said with a smile: "I know her, and I'll help you get in touch." I tried to stop him, but I suffocated.
A friend told a story: one of his friends married a smart and capable wife, and he loved her very much. However, this wife has a knot, she always dislikes her husband too introverted, will not please her. In addition, what made her sad was that after a serious illness, many chloasma developed on her face.
Wherever the winter wind blows, it is bitterly cold. At noon, when the train I took on a business trip slowly arrived at this small station called "Zixia", no one opened the window to change the air despite the dullness in the carriage. My eyes looked languidly through the thick window. It seems that this is a very small town.
Is there a song called? Just happened to meet you? Coincidentally, I just met you. In the story, the girl pretended to say deeply: "Life is alive, some people will only pass by when they meet, and some people will be stalking. Because I just met you, leaving a footprint is beautiful." The girl said It doesn't seem to be true, no blush and heartbeat. She thought that this was probably the most subtle and romantic confession in the world.
I often feel that people in love are like children. Be spoiled, co-opted, and be meticulous.
do you remember? When we were very young, as long as we couldn't see our mother, we would cry because of uneasiness. In fact, my mother is just not in front of us. We just think that my mother is gone because we ca n’t see it. When we think that my mother is gone, we think that our mother does n’t love us anymore.
On Valentine's Day, he took her to buy flowers, she was the first love doll he bought. The roses of this day were a bit ridiculously expensive, but he still bought her a bunch of no fewer than nineteen. The lady selling flowers wrapped her bouquet skillfully, and said with a smile and a beautiful smile, nineteen flowers represented a long time. Sir, bless you forever and forever.
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