Love, blooming in the moonlight

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Moonlight pale, our love shallow, as pure and fragrant as the magnolia, moonlight bright, our love deep. Like the lily of the valley is as beautiful.

Love like moonlight, can't be fixed in a picture. The upper moon is full of hope, you are in love with each other. The lower moon is mature and feminine, two hearts are more integrated, and heart-to-heart understanding trumps impulsive romance.

The moon in spring, like a mischievous child, always appears untimely and spills moonlight in a lovely way.

Every night after work, the moonlight in front of me to show me the way, with me home, squeezed into the door to jump to the dining table, around the steaming meal to watch, you slowly get up, the towel has long been ready to reach over, wipe away the dust on my face hand dirt, pull me to sit at the table, open the pot lid to give me a meal.

The light moonlight, the warmth of home, the delicious food, and the way you smile are so lovely, everywhere your eyes go is a quiet beauty, everywhere your hands are warm.

Moonlight softly piles up the small window, I read my favorite book in front of the window, write my favorite diary, and keep busy.

A cup of fragrant tea was placed on the small table, you quietly looked at me, never spoke, like a blooming lotus, we both drank in the soft moonlight.

The moon in summer is too eager, always running into the air before dark to see the warmth of the world, emitting warm and soft light, nourishing the hearts of men, fragrant with the love of women.

After dinner I hold your hand for a walk, you are always embarrassed, always afraid of acquaintances see, but I am very brave, the moon knows, your hand I have been holding for nearly thirty years, the hand is rougher than a year, love calluses day by day thick.

The moon is like a lemon, hanging lightly in the night sky, I hold your hand, recalling the past bitter and happy past, longing for the sweetness of the future time.

I am a stupid bird, willing to carry you in the soft moonlight to swim.

The flowers are speechless, the leaves are speechless, the moonlight secretly watching me and you, singing and dancing on the road of love, savoring the bitterness and sweetness of life.

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The moonlight of autumn is full of flavor, the moonlight is brimming, shining on our happy little yard.

The two of us sitting around the corn pile, peeling corn, happiness written on the face, happily hidden in the heart, through the bright moonlight, I found you more beautiful than Change, I sang you "15 moons", whenever I sing the climax, you also sang: "harvest fruit has my sweet, also has your sweet, military medals, ah, half of my, also has your half. "

Deep in the night, the moon is afraid of the cold, hidden in the clouds, you always give me a garment, look at the stars, the twinkling stars more like your deep eyes. I look at you, you look at me, the fatigue of the day in the mutual warmth drifted away.

I gently took your hand and helped each other into the old house, the moon shone on the old house like a fairy tale scene, I wanted to embrace you, my moon girl, but you were always embarrassed to push me away, the years are long, people have reached middle age, my heart has not yet grown mature.

The moon is the laziest in winter, coming late and leaving early. The moonlight is also cold and chilly. At night, we will sit in front of the window to enjoy the moon, think about the appearance of the Moon Palace, you said if you can go to the Moon Palace will bring me back a packet of osmanthus tea, let me drink immortality, I said not to let you go, afraid you and Change worship sister, stay in the Moon Palace, I do not want to end up alone on earth.

There is no innovation in the story, there is no taste, but you love to tell, I love to listen, you often talk about tears in the eyes, I often listen to the eyes hot.

The moon is curved and warm, the candle cut double shadow drunken earth.

The moon knows that I am afraid of cold, frozen hands year after year, always notify you in advance to prepare my gloves, under the gaze of the moon, you thread the needle, the real love deep love is sewn in it, with your gloves, cold winter I am not afraid, because you are in, there is no more cold, only warmth.

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When I think of you, I look at the moon, the melting moonlight, much like your beautiful face, you are a wordless book, only I can read your hard work and kindness through the moonlight.

When I miss you, I draw a moon and melt my love for you into the moon, the moon is like a beautiful fairy, I hope you become a moon girl, accompany me year after year, and accompany me through spring, autumn, winter, and summer.

People are light as chrysanthemums, moonlight is like water, for the happiness of our children and grandchildren, you left home to go to the city, the moon goes I also go, I do not want to leave your side, the moon goes you also go, you can not go away my thoughts.

You always say on the phone that the moon in our hometown is good, so round and so bright I understand best because I am in my hometown, I am like the moon in the sky, let you worry, let you panic, your heart is shaking, also shaking the moonlight.

The time of parting is short and long, and the moonlight is as weathered. Whenever it is needed, it will appear in the sky.

I am not a poet, nor can I write about the realm of the moonlight in front of my bed, but whenever I see the moonlight piled up in the small window, as if you are beside me, all the hardships cannot stop my happiness, I will say my thoughts to the moonlight, sometimes I can't finish it, and I am still murmuring in my dreams.

At night, my thoughts often climb up to the moon along with the moonlight, I call out to you from the moon, you are always busy with your children and grandchildren, I can only quietly put you on watch.

My dear one, if you see the moonlight, it is my eyesight accompanying you, my thoughts become soft moonlight, knocking on your small window.

You know how panicky I am when I am alone, I squeeze through the doorway and hide beside you, pounding your back and holding your old cold legs tight for fear that you will catch a chill.

The moon comes quietly and goes quietly in all seasons, and my concerned eyes become moonlight, accompanying you in all directions.

It is said that the moon is made by the moon lord, to light up the lovers, for the beauty of a thousand miles together. I love you like the moon, you love me like light, sweet and sweet days blossom in the moonlight, our deep and shallow love blooms in the moonlight.