每天，我给花浇水的时候，太阳暖暖的 ，照在我身上，有一个词可以概括：就是幸福 。
真想有八仙凌空踏浪的本领 。可我只是一介俗世凡夫，在彼岸踮脚眺望 ，最后搁浅成一粒沙。只能用自已的心灵温暖自已，只能用来自情感上的雨澄清自已。
那时，我只想把我的情感 ，一步一步留在每一个深深的脚窝 。
不是不愿飞翔，是我感悟了人生的真实 ，往往离不开一些虚拟的剧情点缀 。更多的时间，都是两手空空。
我了解了，有一种情比连理之树更绿 ，比牵手之花更美 。今夜，我所有的醉 、不眠、惊喜、梦呓，美过鲜艳的玫瑰花。
于是 ，我也什么都不去想。不去想旷野的流云，不去想异地的创伤，不去想为等待你的到来 ，我的歌声彻底流浪 。
你我都知道，寒冷的日子还有很多 。我只想拥一炉火的温热 ，淡淡地记取，所有的梦在清早印变成窗上的霜花，消失在太阳的红光里。
一个个月夜从我们生命的树上凋落 。我不知道 ，我应该爱它，还是应该恨它。
为了不让自己到最后一无所有的凄凉 ，我们或者该为自己珍藏起哪怕是片刻的遐想和沉思 。
因为，不管是情的深入，还是浅出 ，在许多不同的月光下，我们以不同的心境，倾诉过人生之梦 ，跋涉之难。
许多年了，无法消去我对你的回忆和想象，阳光的手在我情感的家园 ，一直播种着欢乐和幸福 。
可我的心是热的 、血是热的，就像寒冷永远抵不住春天一样 ，我的心里开满了花朵。
I didn't know, love this thing, it is often able to go deep, but it is difficult to make.
I used to be a small dew in the moonlight, and I accidentally splash your lonely atrial.
So I want to send you a rose bought in some flower shops, and I am afraid that you can't accept the pain.
Since then, I started to plant roses in your dream, I want to make love's fragrance never fade.
Every day, when I watered the flowers, the sun was warm, and one word can be summarized: it is happiness.
Until one day, emotional shocking sweater, warm deep autumn, flashing seductive spot.
But I am with you, separated by a thoughts.
I really want to have the skills of the Eight Immortals. But I am just a second day, I look at it on the other side, and I finally strand it into a sand. It can only be used to warm from the spirit of self, it can only be clarified from the rain from emotions.
At that time, I just want to leave my emotions, step by step in every deep foot.
Even if the fate is smiling, I still smile with gratitude and hope for life.
You said that people sometimes marry their own happiest, and their own dialogue is the most profound.
I have never believed, but how truthful, the rose is open, a pet flap opens the wish, and the road to the emotional aroma.
When you pass the morning, when you walk into my horizons, this makes me believe that emotions are like the birds that are covered with dust, and the gorgeous wings have brought the same love ...
I am also a bird that can't fill the woods. I always stand in the branches. The blue sky will only laugh at my wings in the empty space ...
I don't want to fly, I am I feel the true life of life, often inseparable from some virtual plots. More time, both hands are empty.
Today's mobile night is my light wings, letting the lights of the sudden dark, and write down the trajectory and speed of my flight.
I understand, there is a kind of lingering tree, more beautiful than holding hands. Tonight, all of my drunkenness, sleepless, surprises, dreams, beautiful and bright roses.
How many nights listened to the Yuqing, how many years of partitioning.
Is the fate of this world? Is it shallow only to make us miss each other?
Some people sigh: feelings are boundless sea, and they are very deep deep. I am eager to have a day, go to the sea of sunshine, make a blue spray.
So, I don't think about anything. Don't want to want the wilderness, don't think about the trauma of different places, don't want to wait for you, my song is completely wandering.
I only ask, do you become a warm village?
Love and love are friends talking in the water, the shallow water is the deepest river.
In the eyes of everyone, emotions are happy birds; in the joy of everyone, emotions are saddrow.
You know, there are many days of cold days. I just want to have a warmth of the fire, put faintly, all dreams turn the frostflowers on the window, disappear in the red light in the sun.
Love is deep, what makes deep nights floating softly? What makes a few warmth on my heart, become a tide of my heart, can't refuse?
But for me, shallow out is a painful pain.
We silently endured shallow out of a beautiful pattern, hate love, what can be more secure than us?
Silently, let us experience every experience, still so bright.
Litted from the tree of our lives in the moon. I don't know, I should love it or hate it.
The rainy season that once loved and hated was refused to return to the old rhyme of the silk, and could not be indifferent.
In order not to let yourself go to the last place, we or should be treasured for yourself, even if you are a moment of delusion and meditation.
Because, whether it is in-depth, it is also shallow, in many different moonlights, we have a dream of life, and it is difficult.
Let's learn to extend your friendship to all the people, whether it is a sleepy years, or a smooth day, it is true, and does not ask for return.
For many years, I can't eliminate my memories and imagines, the sunshine's hand is in my emotional home, and I have been playing joy and happiness.
In the sunshine of ignored, the beautiful butterfly is still caught on the grass, only the white clouds are flying in the water. I seem to hear you in the harbor of Pensive and memories, the sound of emotions and the sunshine response.
Today, the roses planted in the dream have sang love, such as a spring blossom.
You also said that a person can have a beautiful or love, it is enough.
But my heart is hot, blood is hot, just like cold, I can't arouse spring, my heart is full of flowers.
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