One, hope that the future and your life, gentle, interesting, not too intense, three meals, four seasons, do not have to be too hurried.
Second, your name is the shortest love poem I have ever read. I like you a lot, like spring to autumn, begonia blossoms.
Third, I have met many people in my life, they are like fireworks between the fingers, suddenly bright and dark, and finally reduced to a touch of ashes, and you are different, you are like the Big Dipper, shining in my entire life.
Fourth, I hope that we, never cold war, take turns to apologize, do not mention the breakup, even if life is not easy, I hope you will be in my future.
I'm not interested in knowing how small the probability of meeting you is, I just want to make the probability of losing you zero.
If I could, sir, I would like to turn into a spring breeze in March, carry a little peach blossom fragrance, and then suddenly plunge into your arms.
Seventh, you are the love letter of the past, the aftermath of the sunset, the wind that keeps growing under the feet of passers-by, and the person I like.
Eighth, life has you, the sun is shining; life has you, the four seasons are warm; life has you, not afraid of hardships; life has you, look forward to forever.
Nine, do not want to be too mature, do not want to be too sensible, just want to be a childish ghost around you, can accompany you through difficulties, but also can be protected by you behind.
Before I met you, I always thought it was good to be single. After knowing you, I prayed every day that a lover would eventually become a family.
Eleven, in the sea of people, can not be your big hero, I hope to be able to make a big umbrella for you to shield you from the wind and rain.
I want to write you as a story, joy or sorrow or freedom, you don't have to worry, I write slowly, write slowly, write until your two sideburns are white, write until you falter.
Thirteen, there is no romance of movies and television series, do not dare to allow you three lives, only willing to give you two halls and three rooms.
Fourteen, life is very slow, life is very bad, I can't do anything but think of you.
Fifteen, I want to have a long, long future with you, I want to get everyone's blessings with you, I want to accompany you through your life, warm each other, and live up to each other.
Sixteen, I don't care about the light and the shadow of the world, I only care about you. I don't linger on the floating life like a snow flower, I only miss you.
Seventeen, accompany you green silk to turn white hair, accompany you to the sunrise and sunset, we have three meals for four seasons, we boil tea and enjoy flowers.
From the day I knew you, I decided in my heart that I would devote my life's efforts and sacrifices to you; I wanted the stars, and I would pluck them from heaven; I wanted the moon, and I would fish them out of the well.
Nineteen, said that a good life, a year, a month, a day, an hour, is not a lifetime.
Twenty, think about you this matter day and night, you appear in the cracks of the file, in the flickering screen, in the corner of the pantry.
If I could, I would only need a glass of water, a slice of bread, and a flower. If it were more extravagant, I would have liked the water to be poured by you, the bread to be cut by you, and the flowers to be sent by you.