The romance of exclusive liberal arts students and the suffocating beauty of copywriting.

The romance of exclusive liberal arts students and the suffocating beauty of copywriting.

"It's not the wind, it's not regret, it's excitement."

I am savanna, and you are equatorial depression. My world will be reborn when you are here, and everything in my world will wither when you are not here.

Go west, cross the terminator line, cross the Japanese border and go back to the day when I first certified you.

You are a warm air mass and I am a cold air mass. When I met you, I couldn't stop crying.

You are the market, I am the farmland, and your needs determine my value and significance. Economic theory doesn't suit me because you make me irrational.

I like you. It is raining like a beggar.

The city is Nanjing and the tree is buttonwood. Beautiful buttonwood trees are planted everywhere in Nanjing.

The market plays a decisive role in the allocation of resources, just as your love plays a decisive role in my heart.

I still like you, like a beautiful woman smiling at a quiet king, playing a vassal and dying in Xizhou.

I am the cold wind, and you are the warm wind. When we meet, it will be a rainy season.

I'm from Shanghai in East Eighth District, and you're from Los Angeles in west eight District. I said that you existed in my past, and you said that I will always be your future.

Even if the intersection angle becomes 90 degrees, I won't let go of your hand

Since you are a Confucian, I am willing to oust a hundred schools of thought for you and respect Confucianism alone.

When the Dahl effect appears, light has a shape, and this is what I gave you.

You are Weihai, and I am the source of Tulan Lake. I hug you tightly just to shelter you from the wind and rain.

One day, love letters will eventually become historical materials to prove the fact that I loved you.

You are in the North Pole and I am in the South Pole, with a distance of 19998 km. You can walk into your heart along the magnetic induction line.

Dialectical materialism does not worship anything, in other words, I will love you against my philosophy.