I remembered that it was 9 years of winter and it was the season of falling snow. It happened that it was snowing that day and the night was slightly cool. I will never forget the sentence I received at 9:21: "It's nice to meet you..."

I once remembered that that year, the stone was flourishing, and it was young and frivolous, and I did not know the white-headed melancholy. m

From then on, I met a girl named Jing, from acquaintance to acquaintance to love to love...

I have experienced the betrayal of relatives, the frivolous youth, the unforgettable experience, the oath of the mountain alliance, the heartbreaking experience, the heartbreak, the eternity of my heart...

From then on, there is a true love in my life, how much love is there? Love more than myself...!

I still remember that for four years, I never forgot a moment of each other, bit by bit every day and night, it was a kind of drunkenness.

Stone once said to her: "Meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life." For this reason, I wrote a poem, looking back thousands of times in my life, without sighing and looking back at each other...

I still remember that the bits and pieces we have experienced are still etched in our hearts and never forgotten.

All kinds of flavors, thousands of times, the name is...love...!

I remember, she said countless times, you are always small, childish, naughty...hehe, how warm is it when you think of it?

The past will eventually become the past. No matter how sincere love in the world can stand the test of time, this is a kind of sorrow!

In front of love, who doesn't cross the river by feeling the stones? Do you understand love?

Youth without regrets, encourage with you...

She said that she liked the poems you wrote, so for a long time, she wrote a poem every day for her, not for anyone in this life, but for Qingyan to look back and smile...

During those years, Shishi felt that there was nothing happier to meet her...

However, what is gone will pass away...

Because the roles in this society are different, even if you fall in love again, you always get together less and more, sometimes you don’t even hug once a year, but how can time and distance stop the tide of love?

I remember that it was a rainy season during the Qingming Festival, and I met to go out in the spring blooming season, helpless and sleepless, crying that I can’t sleep, and bitterly sighing that I have no chance...

The flower flows freely, the water has no sorrow, and I sigh that life is drunk and beautiful...

She said... She said... I would like to sleep for you in this life, always with a smile on your side...

I have all kinds of tastes in my heart, why don't you turn your head back in time...

Mo Xiangshou, Do not separate, Do not wait, touch the red dust and tears to cover my face...

Sigh for this life, sigh for the beauty, only sigh for the bright moon and drunk years of life...

The breeze is soft, spring tour, hundreds of flowers bloom and tears flow by themselves...

Don't cry, why can't spring flowers and autumn moon flow into the river...

The youth that is going to die, it is a dark wound that cannot be recalled, and the young man’s head is white...

Who is in the ear, saying, love me forever? Just for this sentence, there is no complaint...

It was another spring rain last night, and the night was slightly cool...

After tossing and turning, my heart will inevitably be lost, thunder thundering across the sky and rain, my heart is slightly drunk, tears are already in the line...

The small building was windy last night, the flowers were not let go, and the people were also tearful.

In the next life~lightnovelpub.net~ can you become a butterfly with you again, the breeze and the moon will light up...

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Stone has never been an emotional person, but how can you forget the past?

No matter how beautiful the past is, it has become a fleeting moment.

Let me get drunk again this time, let me cry again this time, let me go crazy again this moment, let me look back on the vastness...

I love you, Jing in heaven, wish you well... You have been in my heart, turning into an eternal memory, turning into a remembrance, turning into a memory, turning into a story...

With just a thousand words, cherish the memory of the lost youth...

Forget to forget...

Shi Wen

No sleep in the morning...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.)