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Sometimes happiness is just a feeling. As long as you feel it with your heart, it will haunt us all the time.

Looking at the sunshine outside the window, my happiness shuttles through the sunshine of one meter; Staring at the raindrops under the eaves, my happiness floats in several rain lines. I know that happiness is not far away, it is in my hands; Happiness is not illusory, it is embedded in my life. Plain days sing like a stream, both of them. ...

Many things in memory will gradually lose their bright colors because of the drift of years. Only our diligent pursuit of happiness can make us realize the meaning and value of life.

It was a long time ago, maybe it was a past life, and it was also the season when the autumn wind swept away the leaves. By the river outside the village, a scholar-like man appeared in my world. He is not handsome and charming, but he has a unique temperament that attracts me. ...

If I let the night stop singing, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night? If I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a shallow residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the termination of the memory? ...

I really want to write down happiness for you, draw a simple heart for you, keep your clothes floating in the clouds and keep you clean. And every time because of you, happiness disappears, and life is just endless degeneration. Graceful clothes lead to the vicissitudes of this world, and careful walking will eventually lead to confusion. Looking forward to it, the sun and the moon can be used as a mirror.

In this life, I have the best wish, that is, I want to have fireworks-like love with you, be happy together under the same roof, and plant colorful roses in the garden together, so that the flowers in the garden can witness our tender, sweet, happy, romantic, simple, loyal and eternal love.

That night, sitting in a local train, I passed by. I once had the most beautiful and beautiful photo. I count how you make me feel. A tall and straight figure, a handsome baby face, holding my hand, walking under the stars. The light falls, leaving you and me behind. ......

A song, a love, a lifetime memory. Walking under the old oak tree in front of the window. Sad tunes, sad notes, like running water, flow from the ear, and the beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of another life. Yes, yes, that's familiar, but it's already strange. ...

Women are like mountains with beautiful scenery; Women are like water, like water tenderness; Women are like the wind, and the wind has passed without a trace; Women are like flowers, and flowers are unbeaten; Women are like wine, the more they taste, the more mellow they become; Women are as dazzling as gold; Women are as precious as diamonds; Women are picturesque and colorful; Women are like books, full of wisdom; ...

At that moment, I was crazy about love. In my life, I spent a lot of time waiting for you. At this moment, we are in love, and we will hold your hand and grow old with your son for the rest of our lives. At that moment, I just missed you and the DPRK because I felt your looking back. At this moment, I hope to win a heart and stay together forever. ...

Walking through the street corner, through the neon, eyes, through the prelude of time and space, I saw the flowers blooming on the other side, the butterflies rising and falling, and the red heart that was constantly being cut and rearranged was sad. Fuzzy feelings shuttle, time flies, and time rushes by us like deserters. ...

Leaves fall gently, leaving the once green leaves in the world of mortals, a perfect curtain call. But in the dignified autumn, I suddenly understand that there is no need to be sad. In the next reincarnation, the leaves will still be green with branches. Just like us, there is no need to be disappointed, so extreme, buried by the coming night, so, ...

My wish is actually very simple, that is, I hope I can join hands with you to appreciate the cameras on the roadside, walk through the noisy streets with you, sit gently in front of the TV with my head on, look into each other's eyes face to face, stare with you and expose each other's gaffes. ...

A few times, the eyebrows are shallow and the flowers are folded. If the wind borrows it, I'll turn over a few pages. Who wrote a dream book in the west wing? Don't be jealous, but also take advantage of the scenery. To the cold, invite Chang 'e to get drunk with the bright moon. Leave loneliness for a while. Love, like dust and sand, is the most floating and tangled. Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, ...

I like the faint feeling, the quiet beauty of night, the elegance of rain, the freedom of wind and the lightness of snow. Lightness at this time is a kind of artistic conception, not plain lightness, but lightness of people like chrysanthemums, being overly worried about the tranquility after the noise, and being calm as water, so I think it belongs to lightness. ...

Have you ever thought that one day you suddenly woke up and found yourself asleep in the class of senior one? What I'm experiencing now is actually just a dream. Your face is wrinkled in the sun. You told your deskmate that you had a long dream, and the deskmate laughed that you were an idiot and asked you to listen to the class well. You will find the world. ...

Missing is beautiful, if the fate is shallow, we will no longer be involved in each other's feelings. My sunset is outside your Qian Shan. Say goodbye gently, gently, send away today and wait for tomorrow. The road is still so long, and the dream is still so beautiful. I believe that we will eventually reach the other side of the incense. ...

The drizzle is swaying casually, and this shore and the other shore are also concerned about each other. The drizzle is swaying carelessly, the rain is constantly cutting, and the emotions are also interlinked. The dead things that are really stranded slowly flow away in the silhouette of time. ...