笑我太痴狂关于美好爱情英语美文
在未等到对的人之前，先好好爱自己，这样才不至于辜负这段无人疼爱的.时光。下面是小编收集整理的关于美好爱情英语美文，希望对你有所帮助！
Article one: a road, The end of life
The spring warm, flowers withered autumn season, to fight, who is in the watch, the lonely fragrance? Two personal feelings, waiting in the face Cang Sonneratia Tanaka. Bloom Yela pain, long falling in the season ending.
Perhaps the previous marriage, perhaps fate, I met you, but with no regrets, to bury the warm time. A difficult book in tears of heaven, lonely night, how many thoughts soaring? How many people are crying?
A wisp of melancholy, the broken, a cup of liquor, meet drunk? Yilianyoumeng, who was on the pay? A precious sentence, who did the end of the world send? A low voice to sing, to whom? Sigh, Xu the tenderness, a cup of tea slowed by the thick.
Where is the Acacia? Autumn is cool, the yellow, often provoke melancholy. All story, but feeling hurt; Yishui people to go to the moon, such as frost. The apprentice is left to hope in the heart, is forced by the lonely and has the dyeing, is not as good as the empty and thin waiting.
I still depict the glass dream, only hope that the way to love simple, warm heart xiangxi. To care about you, the pieces fall scattered. Cut red love, cut green, keep the warm city, hand in hand, through the romantic peach blossom, a thousand years to shoulder, reflecting a pure heart.
Sigh, time if water, tentacles without marks, spring to fall back, no heart pain. Locked brow, with sorrow, no thought, that a piece of streamer, fall red blur, a thin month, write and paint, in sorrow mood, for you, for my pen to flower, the word of the situation.
The Book of Songs of Qingfeng contains quietly ink and wash, picking rain to make clouds, infiltrating beauty, depicting whispers, chanting words, such as lotus, Acacia and thin beauty. Write a note and tear cloud, flat Zeze, word Abas, the poem is fortunate to have several chapter of Chinese parasol falls.
This kind of mood, for fear of breaking at the margin, the court has already gone Xueyuefenghua dusk. Confused the dust, not only into the autumn, feeling regret, the heart is also left. Let the light book text, disseminated earthly feelings, vivid notes, diffuse through the seasons such as song.
Pack a good mood, in today's Sujian, zizijuju you strong, beyond poetry, perhaps no longer The imprint is engraved on my heart.. The quiet beauty of pure light rhyme words, heart with you to lean close, Juan write spring roll into chapters, calmly, and flying, the love, the wind from it, the rain from it.
The ink is still fragrant, allure only Yan old, that I The end of life! Gently shake off the dust, painted on a shallow scar for your thoughts, the distant fragrance aftertaste float near, don't smell the oath burning desire to ashes, and pray, just want to, so keep quiet in your side...
Article two: long love
Father and mother have been married for twenty years, mother is a great beauty, Dad looks very common, a lot of people outside and my father jokes, ask! My mother is so beautiful, ask him is how to catch, dad always smile not to talk, face the look of pride, the mother secretly laugh, mom will be in the opposite side of the road, the father tree shade, waiting for my father to work, dad to work, I stood back and looked at my father and mother have been holding hands in the evening, the wind blowing rub, is not particularly hot, the air is full of wood aroma, this scene I always remember, there are two of them cling to each other from the back, really envious of my mother.
After more than 20 years of marriage, or the same, a lot of people see my mother is young and she also like nothing's changed, I admire my father to protect my mother has no time to change him, love a person outside with much things and much stress still, but in the face of his lover, all tired and pain away, warm, affectionate unabated, just to give her a happy home of peace of mind, I think we can have a plain happiness down.
When I was twelve years old, my father suddenly died of disease, or in February, people from the festival just came out, the home still hanging red lanterns didn't collect, the weather is very cold, I was wearing new clothes during the festival, with my mother at home, waiting for operation, who did not see Dad the last one, so he left us, mother kneeling on the bed before dad desperate tears have run out, there is no trace of bright eyes, I can not forget, stood in front of the bed of wood at Dad's face, hear the mother's despair, I feel all my strength has been removed.
A quiet mind recalls the scene, the mother can't in the tree waiting for work in the father, nor a family of three happy laughing scene, I do not have a father, until more than a year later, turn to the old photos, turn to the family Fu, I think of a problem, I carefully asked again why mom and Dad together, there are many things I cannot read her eyes instantly, she said you guys now too fast, too impetuous, live, eat find objects are too fast, no some know love this thing, in the best, then after the mother of a lot of people enthusiastic pursuit of many, but only the father in slowly chase, a long time, those three minutes past is gone, only the father has been in, Mom and dad really love each other, mutual support to longing for each other, it is hard to see mom and dad like this steady love, many people spend a little money.
It takes a little bit of mind to catch up with the lovers in their dreams, even if they don't know each other. I am glad to see mom and dad so simple love, even if the time change, also there are some people in the world who insist, happy, I love you dad, just like mother love.
Article three: Drunken red face
At the beginning of the memory, the same way, the same way the thorn force shoulder hoe.
Line in front of city size, step over the original Cang mo.
Yesterday has colored solitary Po, full of melancholy was drunk.
In the pond with stone lying, canmeng wind to Gulu. The preface
A rain day gradually cool, light rain Xuan, chaos, drunk Yin Xin dye ink, listening to the wind, open the umbrella bridge. Rain Zhanyi, Duijing desolately, in rain infiltration eaves, Yun Chung heart. The cold wind was blowing, through the window, a window curtain in the misty rain, many melancholy. Water mist flower season, you enchanting who is beautiful? It has to spend summer time, the clock struck a season and a season, lonely, through time and space into time, always be Ningmou, who knows my sorrow?
The cool season shake off the petals, the hearts of thousands of thoughts, time is what year? The ink pen has a longitudinal maddening, one. Recalling the past, you for me to sing, I sing a song for you, string, brief encounter, lingering in the past love. Pain perception, confused eyes, the bottom of the heart created a barren, you can see? Her eyes are the stars, is a world of tears of shame, she curled Zuiwo, Shanshan soul shadow shadows only.
Sigh aloof, heavy smoke around the bar, hand flick, was still wandering in the rain. The plane leaves tears, mildly lovesickness, fall with sadness, who is turning West? Let the branch leave a piece of film, who is the wind bell that touches the Acacia? Let love and sweet sausage. Once the mountain light, makes the clouds dispersed. Hold hard, love hate venice. Xinxiang ripples a pray for samsara do not see again.
Thin bitter waiting, Xu is far away, like a thousand years. Swing around, silent night of chaos, how to cut? Lotus's heart is wrapped in a sad man, can you? To hold a petal for her to pick up the oar, to wake the melancholy in her memory. The ground is so cool, the fog is so heavy, and the patience makes her face wither. If you love, only such as first, yellow thin mirror who face? The lonely light, Ling Bo singrain soon disappear, hold the heart of a pool in Liantang, let the melodious rhyme flow, just want to tell you, friend is hard to find, extremely warm warmth!
The rain smoke condensate, two "short sentences, read thousands of hearts. Song Ci and Fu Yin as a lotus, if every year on Crescent Spring, no drunken Acacia, green moss incense order, who helped who? In the mirror and asked the leisure in the gloom, where? A pool of flower book do not wrinkle war, eternal cold here, Xianghun yuduan Yuanyang marks, thin and beautiful, come on, curled up in the lofty, made hundreds of thousands of years of watch. Want to send a letter to the media April, hung small print, all the thoughts, ask the distant infatuation.
The Mo, autumn has seen a wind blown leaves, warm a pot of wine, only worry. At this time, the word "Liao Liao", the memory of the chapter, the years carved a shallow injury. Fine aftertaste, song will intoxicating sausage. Windy and rainy, no return, 'to the depths of the rain falling flower. The empty flower pool, Zhulei centripetal flow. About you for thousands of pieces, scenery, drunk drunk drunk wind, rain, yilianyoumeng.
Under these circumstances, it is this night, the rain, a light pen, melancholy dash, past throbbing heart, Rouqingsishui, just at that time already frustrated! With the world recession, many unsolved, red dust, can live up to? The ancient water from high mountains, meditation is not only in practice, as close to you, not only for the Zen Buddha, you know. This life, only the red bean seed heart, half of you, half of me, tears for the alliance, love for the oath, just want to borrow your life, and you slowly old.
When the seasonal precipitation years, the shore ran aground, the soul had Nai River, love to Cambridge, how can we forget, Ding Ling whisper warm atrium too. Akimizu Iyo, a world of mortals, Yiyi, midnight, looking deep red with you again. Because of love, see your bright smile, love, read your text in Qingwan, infatuation, no regrets, whether you are my life Confidante?
