A love that consumes everything slowly returns to prose.

A love that consumes everything slowly returns to prose 1. A few drizzles and a few rolls of spring breeze have blurred Jiangnan. Youth whizzed by, only to find that we each turned a different corner.

Time is cool, the distant past is soaked in spring water, blown by breeze, and the lead flowers have already been washed away, which is absolutely clear. I thought that we had to endure the vicissitudes of life after experiencing the hasty gathering and dispersion of life and all kinds of fireworks in the world, but the years were obviously safe and sound, while the rocks and vegetation were so unscathed. It's just that the city that promised the end of time is getting thinner and thinner in the sun. The tea fried in childhood still tastes like that, and the people we are waiting for will not come again.

I still remember the afternoon when we met, the happy park, the warm company and the charming spring scenery that year. How much I don't want you to rise and fall alone in the sea of people, how much you don't want you to bear the cruelty of this world alone, when you walk through the storm alone. However, fate is so humorous that everyone who loves it is silent. Even if I turn the whole universe into red beans, your goodbye is still my heaviest memory.

Finally understand that some roads can only be taken by one person. Invite people from the same trade to go through the rainy season together, but one day they will be separated at a ferry. On the world of mortals, walking alone, the green radish brushed the skirt, and Qingyun wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and days and months can be irrelevant. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's small water flowed forever.

If you can, please let me be like a lotus flower for a period of time in advance, even if I pay twice the price later. I'm not complaining. It's been a cruel time. I'm not complaining. It's a tiring distance. No more complaining, empty promises, no more complaining, love will hurt. I just want to sincerely thank you for letting me meet you one day and give me that picturesque past.

A love that consumes everything slowly returns to prose 2. In spring, the sun is just right and the flowers are overflowing. I set out from Luoyang, ready to go north to my hometown in Jin Meng.

On Mangshan Mountain, there are many peony gardens, with many flowers, and a carnival day. First, I went to the National Peony Garden. Many warm and colorful peonies, like crimson clouds, suddenly ignited my heart. It's just that the pixel of the mobile phone is not good, so I don't shoot flowers anymore, but I still can't help it, and I keep that strength and passion one by one. Many foreign tourists come to see peony for the first time. Some people look at the tall White King lion and think, Is this the Millennium Peony King? No, it's not. The Millennium Peony King is "Phoenix Danbai". In front of the "Millennium Peony King", some people wondered, is this peony a Millennium peony? No, it just has the gene of 1600 years. I acted as a temporary tour guide to explain my knowledge of peony to tourists.

In the afternoon, a cloud came and the rain spilled. "There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle", ignore it and move on to the next spot.

The international peony garden is colorful and beautiful. In the evening, the rain is more abundant. The lion in White King seems a little tired, and quietly closes the bud, making Feng Danbai more elegant and charming. Under an umbrella, in the rain, it was just me and peony. Anxious, earnest, peony and rain are whispering, I can't hear what they are saying clearly. Maybe it's lovers who have been separated for a long time, telling each other their hearts. At night, the crowd dispersed and the garden was full of peony fragrance. Will there be fairy peony in this secluded garden, floating in the clouds, walking on the steps of the lotus, with a fragrant smell? Or maybe a thousand-year-old white fox, hiding from the rain under my umbrella. There are many ancient tombs on Mangshan Mountain, and those emperors, generals and literati may have come to pick up peony.

After spending the night in Mangshan, the rain hit the glass fiber reinforced plastic tile outside the window, crackling and smoke billowed. Those ancient people, such as the flower crown and fairy peony, fluttered in their clothes, which was disturbing and dreamy.

The next day, we continued our golden dream journey, from Mangshan to Weipo Village in Jin Meng, ancient houses and pits in Ming and Qing Dynasties, deep courtyards, blooming peony and pomegranate trees that just spit new green. In the evening, the countryside was picturesque, and I invited some friends to the farmhouse at the entrance of the village. Wild vegetable pancake garlic paste, hearing some warm words, refused to disperse for a long time. My hometown is in Liuzhai, two miles away from Xupo. My mother called. When will she go home? Don't worry, come back tomorrow. Tonight, let's talk about those ancient houses in Su Xupo in Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Chatting with friends until late at night, but waking up early the next day and opening the window. Behind the house are wheat fields and peony fields, and everything is green. In the yard downstairs, my friend planted several leeks and coriander in the depression. A cherry tree in the yard, with a sunny side and a half-red cherry, is just a beautiful jade face, lightly dyed with Danxia. Open the door, the far peak is picturesque, "and the light blue of the surrounding mountains."

Not far away, a large peony field, there are early farmers, pulling weeds in the field, see the flowering peony, pinch off one by one. The owner of the flower shop told me that all the peony seeds and seedlings produced only have a single layer of "phoenix white", which lasts for three years, and then the colorful peony seedlings are grafted. From seedling raising to selling, in order to preserve enough physical strength of flower seedlings, the flowers that bloom every year should be pinched off. Looking at the watery flowers in the arms of flower farmers, I like them very much. I tried to ask her if she could give them to me, "Here!" Big pink and crimson suddenly filled my arms. ...

In April this year, I didn't drink. Why am I a little drunk? Flowers and beauty from farmers flooded into my heart.

It's only more than 20 miles from Luoyang City to Liuzhai, Jin Meng. It's the third day to stop and go by electric car. Don't worry, "a exhausted love will slowly return", even if it is very late, we should savor the beauty and indulge once in this Luoyang spring style.

An exhausted love, slowly returning to Prose 3, an ancient love story, has been sung in Wu for many years. ...

A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly.

Ink passes through the paper and through the years. The beauty of that spring seems to be sealed together.

There is no rhetoric of vows of eternal love, only a reminder and greeting, which is enough to be dusty after 1000 years.

It turns out that you don't need any information about where you are going, just one sentence is enough to make you cry in the season of spring flowers.

I want to know you, long life, endless mountains, endless rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer, but I dare to part with you.

The oath is still in my ears, but the Coase family has already left, leaving only those dry words, shrinking and trembling in the autumn wind.

Those yellowed photos are meaningless for a long time. They can't prove the traces of your love, can't bear the burden of your memories, and will eventually rot in time. But deep down, you still yearn for those false and ridiculous vows. Don't believe what lasts forever, those are all lies to coax XXX.

It's not just Yi Lee who left. The person who wrote Swift Qi Fei, unlike the continuous spring rain, never comes back.

If you are not a stone, you will never yearn for the love of visiting the West Lake in seclusion.

Maybe sometimes, what you need is not touching sweet words, but a gentle reminder, but enough power to travel through time and space and escape from the fetters of life and death.

Everyone has a different definition of love, and everyone pursues different happiness. But as long as you have the patience to wait for a tree to blossom, you will surely see the love and happiness slowly returning in the distance. ...

A love that consumes everything slowly returns to prose. 4 Being in a colorful season, it is particularly easy to think of some beautiful poems. What haunts me today is a sentence: a love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly. This language comes from King Wu Yue, which is of great significance. It is not that King Wu Yue is a hero, but that a king is so affectionate to his wife that people are moved.

Ruthlessness is not necessarily a real hero. How can Reiko Kobayakawa not be a husband? Since ancient times, the most touching word is always a love word. If Wu Yueguo and Wang Yueqian are fickle and abandon his wife, he will still be reviled even if he has built a successful career for a thousand years. On the other hand, deep affection for Mrs. Zhuang Mu can win the love of the people and help him to govern wuyue. Of course, a person's deep affection for another person can't be faked, even if it is faked, it can't be faked for a lifetime. Only true affection can say "a exhausted love can slowly return home".

For Mrs. Zhuang Mu, maybe she doesn't care about being famous once, but she is very happy to be accompanied by an affectionate person for life. When she read these nine words, tears could not stop falling. Yes, true feelings are the most touching. Yue did not forget Mrs. Zhuang because she went back to her mother's house for a while, but wrote such a simple and affectionate letter. As a woman, it is really the greatest happiness in my life to get such deep affection from my husband.

A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly. On the buildings in April, the flowers are red and green, and countless people appreciate them. Is the person who swims hand in hand with you with you all the way, or with you all the way? It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. Life is impermanent. How many regrets do you have?

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? Who do you know? No matter how good the flowers are, no one can enjoy them hand in hand, and they will lose their fun. Flowers come into your eyes like nothingness, and the spring breeze lifts your spirits. Will someone say to you, "A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly"?

A completely consumed love, slowly returning to prose 5, seeing this sentence, suddenly heartache and imagination, elegant mind. A poetic idea stirs in my heart and flowers bloom in my heart. I really want to return to nature and graze my soul when spring is blooming.

Carry a simple bag and go back to my hometown in the country for a few days. Walking in the countryside with green grass and flowers, watching bees flying, butterflies flying, green hills flowing, listening to the tinkling sound of spring and insects chirping is a poetic and pleasant thing.

An all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 6, is an all-powerful king. His devotion to his wife and architecture in vilen has touched many people, and I don't know how many people are obsessed with chanting. Although there are thousands of feelings in this world, all kinds of love can't compare with this eternal reputation.

Only one sentence contains thoughts, exhortations, respect and love. It is amazing to write so poetically. How can this be sung in a low voice without being provocative?

A love that devours everything slowly returns to the landscape architecture, which is natural and calm and good. This not only means poetry and tranquility, but also means that our hearts are like flowers, returning to nature and simplicity. I really want to walk alone in the country with this sentence, slow down, put aside all the noise, make my heart like a quiet stranger, simple and natural, and let my steps be contaminated with the smell of earth and return to the original.

March is a wonderful flower. I think this wonderful flower is only for people who understand her. I am glad that I can understand and comprehend the feeling of being unfamiliar with flowers and slowly returning. Although March on the plateau is still ice and snow, in this eternal story, my heart is full of flowers and colorful flowers. Come on, dear you, let's put on a shoulder of "March style", pick a bunch of "flowers on the street" and go home slowly in the criss-crossing buildings. .

A love that consumes everything, slowly returning to prose 8 feels for a long time, without touching so many heartstrings because of one sentence! It seems like a long century has passed, and it hasn't slowed me down for a long time! Gu Yue wrote in his letter to his wife: "A exhausted love, you can go home slowly." Only nine words contain your infinite yearning for your beloved wife, and it is such a sensational word! The flowers in the field are blooming, so your wife can enjoy them and come back slowly. Look at me, my heart has softened, my eyes are crying, I don't want to move, and my mind is slowly savoring the past.

It's been two years since graduation, and it's been a long time since I left school. I still miss my past life and have memories that I can't go back! It seems that my childhood feelings are still there. I like reading novels and bubble dramas of youth idols. Make a fool of yourself when you see a handsome guy and don't avoid anyone. Recently, the writer Gu Man's novel Love O2O became a hit TV series, and I became one of them. I follow the drama every day. Every day, my hands are on my mobile phone. Seeing the male host, the female host becomes infatuated. The mobile phone keeps taking screenshots, just to keep them together, beautiful moments, beautiful scenes! I still remember the first time they met under the willow tree by the bridge in my mind! Look, I wonder if I will meet him one day, also in this scene. Appearing in front of my eyes in a white shirt makes me move!

A love that consumes everything slowly returns to prose 9. I stood in front of the old car and was silent for a long time.

How long has it been since I rode one? Five years, six years. . . I don't even remember myself.

If it hadn't suddenly occurred to me, would it still fall asleep in this dark garage year after year?

The fragrance of magnolia blown in the wind soon stopped and there was no sound; Butterflies danced to clear their shadows, but soon they were hidden in the flowers, and there was nothing unusual. Are they like me? They stretched out their hands, but seemed to look up at the sky, afraid to touch them, for fear of disturbing them and breaking their dreams. After a long silence, I gently pushed it out and rubbed it carefully. The beams are mottled and old, and the stools are covered with dust. Take a towel and wipe it quietly. Under the dazzling sunshine, the warm orange body seems to be covered with a layer of golden light.

"Mom, I want an orange one."

"Why? Blue looks better. "

"The orange one looks better, and my heart is warm." I protested loudly, and my childish voice echoed. My mother bent her eyebrows and took my hand to answer.

The car is a little small, and it creaks when riding, but the hands are unfamiliar and I don't know where to put it, just like a little boy expressing his ignorant love for the first time, disorganized and eager to look forward to it.

After fiddling for a while, I finally found a little familiarity, staggered the handlebars and walked slowly. The wind whistling in the ear, riding faster and faster, let go of your arms and feel the arrogance and arrogance of youth.

Memories flooded in and I was sad.

I have just bought it for a few days, and I am happy to practice day and night. I hope I can learn it as soon as possible, so I can travel around the world. But in this world, nothing can be done overnight. If two rear wheels are removed, it will fall to the ground like a lone bird with broken wings. My mother didn't come to help me, let my tears condense in my eyes and let the marble cut my knees long and bleed profusely. She just looked and looked.

After waiting for a while, I think my mother really didn't intend to help me up. She flattened her mouth, withdrew her tears, watched her complain, got up from the ground and left. I used to treat me like a treasure, but now I have abandoned it.

That night, my mother came to give me medicine with cotton, and her legs shrank and she avoided the corner of the bed. My mother lifted the quilt hard, and the band-aid she posted was already bright red, and her eyes ached. When cotton stained with alcohol was gently touched, her eyes were full of unbearable desolation.

A few years later, I realized where I fell and I had to get up from there. I just didn't understand when I was young.

But now things have changed, and there is nowhere to put the memories of the past.

I walked around the street, and the magnolia trees in the street were blooming, namely Yushu and Lady Pink in Lan Zhi. I stood under the tree and stared up.

I can't stop hearing the exciting heroic words. Is the exam the same? There are still three months left. Can it be in time?

When the wind blows, the branches sway and several petals wither.

Justice is in your hands.

It's not too late! I strode home with a wheelbarrow.

A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly.

A exhausted love, slowly returning to prose 10 A exhausted love butterfly fragrance, stepping on flowers and flying back to the horseshoe. Tears fell several times in the clear sky, and the dream of the sea slowly returned.

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Peach blossoms bloom all over the mountain in March, and they are charming, light and charming as butterflies, gentle and virtuous, and famous. One day, I met Mr. Years, and he introduced with great interest: Peach blossoms in Taoyuan. Let's go and have a look. Let your husband go with you. If he doesn't, I'll go with you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness and gentleness. I remember my husband once made malicious remarks. This year, he practiced at home behind closed doors and never traveled with me again. Presumably he doesn't have the leisure to accompany me. But it is unreasonable to travel with other men. He can only politely refuse his kindness.

With the coming of spring in March, the familiar sunshine is coming again. I am eager to bathe in the bright sunshine for a whole-hearted baptism, put those unhappy things behind me, let those memories lingering in my dreams fade away one by one, and then take out the beautiful past precipitated in the depths of my memories to bask in the sun. I don't believe that I will be easily defeated because of some setbacks. Between the lightning and Shi Huo, I suddenly remembered Qian Liu, the founding emperor of Wu Yueguo. I'm not very interested in his bravery. On the contrary, I admire his courage and gentleness.

I saw this touching love story in an easy-to-read Love that consumes everything. A generation of kings obviously missed their beloved princess and worried that she would not be able to return to her family for a long time. They wrote letters of condolence, but they wrote two touching words: "You can pay back a depleted love slowly." This considerate warmth is like the softest willow in March, gently stirring my inner loneliness. This person who really loves each other is so enviable: flowers are blooming in the field, so you can take your time and don't have to rush back. So thoughtful and meticulous, no wonder Dai returned after receiving the letter.

Although there is no mention of missing in the concise words, there is deep concern: I don't miss you, but if you like to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery, I will wait in the same place for a while to make you have a good time! As long as you know that there are people waiting for you at home, just let me know that you are safe. True love is such a generous loneliness, selflessness makes people jealous, and love makes people linger. This is an eternal love story with endless charm and various customs.

The world of mortals blooms, and autumn waters Ling Bo crosses the faint acacia. I, a persistent person, with a slender and fragile heart, can't stand your ups and downs. If I don't really love you, love you and pity you, how can I tolerate your deception again and again, and how can I tolerate your betrayal again and again? My heart is softer than spring breeze, and my feelings are more elegant than spring water. If you can, can you be the famous Qian Liu and let me go for an outing with your full love and enough trust to find our eternal spring?

I wonder what you are up to at this moment. Where is the guy who fidgets every day without hearing from me? What about the man who sent me a message halfway asking me to help him keep the appointment? Where is the guy who vowed to take care of our mother and son for life? How can I see your sweet words flying all over the sky? I can hear your lingering love poems everywhere. In fact, I really want to choose to trust you. I believe that every promise you make to me, whether sincere or false, can be accepted by me, as long as you have enough reasons to make me believe that every move you make has a reason.

You are always eager to see me with enthusiasm. I will never forget that when I first met you, your fragile eyes carried too much pain. Looking at your distressing appearance, I can't bear to say no, so I fell into the whirlpool of your love step by step. I often measure every mark we walk through and measure every step. Looking back, did my company bring you another one? It's a pity that you can't see all my efforts It turns out that a quiet life is never what you want.

A love that consumes everything comes late. Why do you put off your promise? Is it the scenery on the road that makes you want to stay, and a quiet heart waiting for you can't wash away your noisy and turbulent atmosphere? Those tearful flowers make you so worried. You should only see a sea in your eyes, but you are too short-sighted and only see flowers and grass in front of you. Love, cry, tired, hurt. I don't know whether I should wait. All I know is that if I let you go, I will hurt you, but you will hurt me endlessly.

"How can I bear to see you feel sorry for me?" That's what you said, but you keep putting salt on my wound. You know what I care about most, but you are against the wind. What else can I say? I have nothing to say except my deep blessing. If you are willing, you are willing, then you can move on! I continue to wait quietly in the world of mortals for the person who called me "a exhausted love will slowly return"!

A exhausted love, slowly returning to prose 1 1 Huier was introduced by our friend in the winter vacation of 16. At that time, we knew his name, but we never met him.

Her handwriting is beautiful, pure and kind, sensible and considerate, silly and simple, sweet and lovely, and I fell in love with it.

17 March 3rd is our love anniversary.

65438+March, 2007 10, she came to see me on the train to Xi 'an and held her hand for the first time. It is small and tight, and it feels warm.

Both of them look so simple, just like two small flowers in this ordinary world.

I saw what love looks like.

From then on, she shuttled back and forth between the two cities, accumulating stacks of tickets and our love.

From acquaintance to acquaintance, we are like old friends we haven't seen for a long time, but we have no strangeness.

She calls me little monkey, and I call her two dog.

Everyone's appearance order is very important. Thank you for letting me see you now. I have experienced impetuousness and ignorance when I was young, and I understand and cherish it.

We have endless words together, happy or unhappy, and share our experiences. We talk about everything. Her voice is very light and she looks good when she smiles.

I said I liked the way you smiled, and then she kept smiling at me. It feels good.

We imagine that there will be families and children in the future, girls will have grapefruit, boys will have oranges, flowers and plants will have cats and dogs.

She cooks well and the food is delicious.

She made me a puppy named Dog Son and an unknown long leg, so that I could learn to sew by hand. It's cute. I like sewing and mending.

Do you believe that there will always be someone in your life in the future who will make all the setbacks you have suffered meaningful?

We have experienced many firsts together, and each new firsts is a new beginning, which belongs to us.

Although it is far from Qianshan, she has always taken care of me.

Although she is far away in Qian Shan, she always knows the changes in temperature.

Although far away from Qianshan, she is always considerate, kind and gentle.

She takes good care of me, but she is always sick and forgetful.

She always says she is ugly, but in fact she is the most beautiful.

She is always careful, and her love is vigorous.

People who miss you from afar, please be kind to yourself.

Keep your innocence and kindness, and smile innocently.

Always like a laughing child.

The rest of my life is still very long. Let's go together.

A love that consumes everything, come back slowly.

I will continue to wait for you and marry you, okay?