Sunny weather, picking up girls dialect

First, my love for you is like a tractor going up a hill.

Second, once you laugh, I can be happy for several days, and once you cry, I will be sad for several months.

Third, I miss you through the glass in the morning, through chopsticks at lunch, and in the dark before going to bed. At the end of the day, what I am good at is thinking of you.

Holding hands with you is like drinking the sweetest wine until the end of time.

5. Can you teach me how to cook jiaozi? I'm a little silly. Everything I do is easy to reveal, and so is liking you.

From tonight to tomorrow morning, I miss you a little. I expect to miss you continuously in the afternoon. Affected by this low mood, it will become a big dream at night, and the mood will be reduced by five degrees. It is expected that this weather will last until I see you.

I have countless attitudes towards the world. I only love you.

Eight, although your name is only three words, it is very short, but it has occupied my full heart.

Nine, no matter what kind of temptation, what kind of fantasy, all the bitter fruit born of you, I will taste it myself.

Ten, if time is like a song, then let me accompany you to waste years, if time is like a knife, then let me * * * you old for a lifetime.

The vegetation has sunshine and water, the kite has breeze and rope, and I will spend the rest of my life with you.

In this world, there is never the best, only the most suitable. Like clouds and sky, breeze and grass, like you in my eyes and me in your eyes.

Thirteen, I like the feeling of being bored with you. It's not that there will always be endless topics to talk about together, but that even if we don't talk together, we won't feel embarrassed.

You are the cutest little star in the world. I love the whole universe just to meet you.

Fifteen, saying that the seas run dry and the rocks rot too far, saying that the vows of eternal love are too great, I just want to be an ant on the line with you, a prisoner locked by love.

The most beautiful scenery in the world is not comparable to your eyes, and the darkest swamp in the world is not comparable to your silence.

I want to see the rain in thatched pavilions, ants beside rockeries, butterflies in love, spiders weaving webs, water, boats, clouds, waterfalls and you sleeping sweetly.

This is the back of my hand, this is my instep, and you are my baby.

Our love is indestructible, but you are my weakness. -"To our warm time."

I've heard enough cliches. I don't have any big dreams. I just hope that when the smoke from the roof rises, you will be happy to be around.

Twenty-one, I want to write a story for you, either happy or sad or free and easy. Don't worry, I'll write slowly, slowly, until your temples are gray and you stumble.

Twenty-two, it is sweet to have you in the dream; My heart is full of you; I am very glad to have you by my side.

Twenty-three, you are my doomed nightmare, you are my lover, you are my sleepless thoughts.

If I can give up all over the world, at least you are worth cherishing. You are here, which is the miracle of life. Sandy Lam

Twenty-five and ten thousand ripples in my heart are moving for you. All the tenderness in Wan Li's eyes is for you.

Twenty-six, the sun and moon are you, the stars are you, the mountains and rivers are you, and everything in the rest of my life is you.

From a long time ago, I didn't believe in love, but I happened to meet you. Later, I thought, people always have to believe once in their lives, even once. What about you? Can you convince me, in my life?