Love meets loneliness in Venice and gondola.
Kiss, a faint, shallow kiss, makes people too late to make any response, and then suddenly feel the smell of sunshine in the middle of the night.
I saw a pair of wings made of glass shining quietly in the corner. Pick them up in the kitchen, put them in the palm of your hand, and spread your wings slightly in the palm with small and exquisite glass wings. In an instant, they were all in full bloom.
Sitting on the train to Rome, I looked back at the clear and transparent Venice in the dark, and Venice in the sunset was quiet and pure. Such a world of blx, in the blue ocean, shines quietly with quiet light, which makes people enchanted and nostalgic.
Close your eyes slowly, four days, only four days left. Four days later, if that person says no to himself, can his gun really aim at that person's chest accurately? Gently stroking the empire M 10 in my hand, I don't want to imagine whether I still have the strength to hold it when the golden bullet breaks that sunny smile.
Yun Hao at the back suddenly put away his smile. Sometimes, time is the cruelest thing. On the bus to Verona, I silently looked out of the window, lost in thought, while Yun Hao was uncharacteristically silent, only bowing his head and stroking the glass wings on his wrist.
Hao Yun smiled and pointed to the balcony where Lin Qiang was. "Hey, this is the legendary Juliet's home." Looking up at the beautifully decorated balcony on the second floor, I couldn't help laughing. "People here really know how to do business, and things in novels have really moved to reality." "No," Yun Hao said slowly, "they moved love out of the novel." Yun Hao look a lag, sat down on the side of the outdoor cafe.
A hand slowly appeared in sight, and then a warm voice said, "Why are you always in a daze recently?" Are you afraid of getting lost? " I'll help you. "Looking up, I suddenly saw Yun Hao's smiling face. The middle one stagnates, and then the softest part of the heart is slowly provoked, and the chaotic thoughts are more entangled after seeing that smile. Clap Yunhe's hand hard, as awkward as a child. "Don't worry. "Then he walked quickly forward, and Yun Hao rubbed his palm." It's really dishonest ... "
Verona, the place of love pilgrimage, once shone with the story of Romeo and Juliet. Now the city is dim in lights and dim in light, so quiet that no sound can be heard. The light wind outside blew away a little starlight, but the two people holding hands were confused by a typhoon in their hearts.
Perhaps in such a holy land of love, what you said and did can be clearly engraved in your heart, your heart.
Only those who have loved can be truly unforgettable.
The dark tide is surging ahead, please remember your current mood and grasp your current warmth.
The sky in Turin is crystal clear, and the pigeons flying by occasionally cast a vague and shallow shadow on the ground. The wind seems to blow, coming from my face. Is it care or love that whispers in your ear?
Yun Hao smiled, and a small kiss fell on his forehead, forehead, nose and lips. I gently close my eyes in the middle of the night. Gorgeous luxury, once too little, but enough.
In the photo, Yun Hao smiles brightly. That photo was taken for Yoon-ho in Rome. Looking at Yun Hao in the photo, he said softly, "So you developed two of these photos ..." Then he gently turned the photo over. On the back, Hao Zhugong wrote "Thank you for giving the soul, really, I like you".
Picking up the key pendant in the kitchen, I saw that the top of the key pendant seemed to have been cut by a knife. When it was turned gently, something crashed to the floor. Chiplets glow on the floor. Suddenly, the tears stopped. I held Hao Yun's glass wings in the air and bowed my head and cried, "Hao Yun, you and I are both fools, both ..."
In my opinion, it should be Provence, where the wind is full of flavor.
In the future, in that war without smoke, there is a kind of protection called care, which is actually a kind of happiness.
As expected, the lavender field is not far from the residence, walking slowly in the forest, and then the footsteps stagnate in front of a purple ocean. Large tracts of lavender are fragrant and pleasant. In the wind, the rich lavender fragrance is easy to make people intoxicated. Gently walk into the lavender field and indulge in it. If you don't want to exclaim loudly, just experience it quietly. Sunlight shattered the brilliance of lavender, and the whole lavender day shone with blue and purple light. I slipped out laughing in the dark, then found a clean place and sat in the lavender field.
A man with two glass wings, under the blue sky of Provence, gently aggravated a feeling called missing. If it is strong enough to soak the soul, is it love?
Soft tone. When Yun Haobang tied a necklace in the middle, the glass wings on his wrist crossed the skin of his neck in the middle, which was cool.
. "The neon lights in Turin come on at the same time every day." Looking at the scenery in front of me in the dark, I was slightly dazed. Really, beauty has penetrated into my soul.
Yun Hao suddenly felt weak in the face of this situation. Our meeting was doomed to be scarred from the beginning. We fell in love when we were exhausted. Finally, we drew the most tragic stroke in love with our lives? Is my love for you gentle or cruel?
This kind of thing, feelings, has been identified. It's like aged wine, more mellow. Time flies, the times change, but some things are always guarded in the heart, let the years invade and never give up.
In the golden sunshine, the eyes are as clear as the waves slowly flowing through the Rhine.
Sometimes, all the hesitation and hesitation are just because of a feeling called caring, and because of this feeling called caring, many things become difficult to think and choose.
A door, a word, two people. So, who can hear the sigh of angels in hell?
It is said that a flower is a world. It is said that there is a bird in heaven. In fact, my own world, my own paradise, can't resist my lover's eyes and smiles after all. No matter how persistent, no matter how concerned, no matter how helpless, it is also a kind of sadness after all.
A little sad, there are two lovers, far apart, far away from each other, yearning for each other and forgetting each other.
I am still with you, with you, and we will accumulate memories again, ten years, twenty years, forever ... "
Time flies and things change.
How can I forget those memories that have been piled up in my heart?
Our love is witnessed by too many people and too many things.
The river in Venice, the starry sky in Rome and the sea in Turin.
My love for you is as simple as not wanting to forget you. Simple enough to never forget.
You are too strong to forget yourself.
Remember Venice?
Lions with wings in the square. S.Macro？ Those wings of love that are above power are the power to help the world. You and I are like that lion, injured and licking each other's wounds, but still excited by love.
I used to think that the meaning of love was simply being together. However, as time passes like an hourglass at the fingertips, it is gradually discovered that before calming those disturbing eddies, the parts of our souls that attract each other only exist for the other person we love.
The heart, pulse and soul throb are integrated bit by bit. The wind sighs lightly, and our love is strewn at random in the chance entanglement of fate. In the end, after all, we can't compete with two sincerely loving hearts, and replace each other and live in each other's hearts. This is your home, and I gave it to you, our home.
These are my favorite sentences, so I sorted them out and said that this article is really great. I've seen it for more than a dozen times, but I'm still crazy. The scenery of Rome, the true love that exists, is really beautiful.
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