Madness is a declaration of love.

Every plant, every tree, every fool, one wind, one water, one absolute lover.

A young man and a girl, used to be so carefree exchanges, a glance at a beauty, so that the young man infatuated, like a dream to wake up. The girl was at a loss, and somehow declined the young man's foolish affection, so she had to say she was sorry. But she did not know that at this time the boy's tears were already spinning, and the sentence sorry was like a saber that pierced the young man's heart and lung. His heart is bleeding, crying, sad. But he didn't give up. Youdao is: what is love when it comes to the world? it teaches people the promise of life and death. How I want to play a common life legend with you and share love for the rest of my life.

I am only afraid that the quicksand will block the river and will never reach my destination. I just want the sun to shine on the wet beach forever and stop crying, but I know that this is impossible. I only blame the running water for not being able to go up, and the love ends here.

From then on, I waited foolishly in the legend and romance, waiting for you to stare and hug my affection into a dream. I am in the ink painting in the pulse of Hou, Hou your eyes through the world of mortals and mulberry fields, gently gliding through my trembling soul. I know that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life, separated by the distance between the ends of the earth.

Imagine, on the path full of maple leaves, interlocking your fingers, not asking for the end of time, but not breaking your promise; imagine that in this winter, your tender smile will be like snowflakes in my white arms, growing along the vein of missing, I will hold your hand affectionately and keep warm with your name.

No one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to shallow encounter and deep acquaintance, and no one knows how many feelings are suddenly accompanied by loneliness and joy in this world.

At the end of the writing, I remembered a sentence: Cheng regret up to now, who has read the age mark on my face; can it be deeper than love? The sketch on the wall smiles, isn't she? Is she.

Wen / Xiaobai