博亿国际

In March, spring flowers bloom. A touch of green and a little Emilia sonchifolia make the wall. Under the brilliant sunshine, the spring atmosphere in Lingnan becomes even stronger. I squinted my eyes and gazed out at the sparkling green water by the lakeside. The rows of green willows became the most beautiful embellishments along the way. As you smile like a flower in my memory.

The gentle breeze is blowing one after another, causing ripples and waves in the long river of memories. Your every frown and smile appear in the green, plump, red, and thin details. The lake shore that I once shared with you in this dream calls me how to cross it lightly at this moment. You once whispered in a low voice that you were mine, but now butterflies dance gracefully in the flowers, and the phrase in your ear that you are mine still floats in the air. Bright and warm sunshine, soft spring breeze. The picture of you and me tightly intertwined gradually became hazy, and finally dissipated in the strange path of countless mountains and rivers.

Walking along the fragrant road, a deep longing lingers in my mind. Slipping silently at the fingertips. The stranded old times. In the memories, the neon clothes danced lightly, and the dust and smoke dissipated. I casually picked up a petal, closed my eyes slightly, and turned the strands of lovesickness into a meeting without a return date.

Meeting you is a road without a return date. Like two intersecting lines, once they intersect, they travel further and further. Love is just a chance encounter for us, and we no longer care about right or wrong. Perhaps one day you won't remember me, but I will still remember the warmth of those scenes in my memories.

Sunny day, sunny day, my heart is also clear. I write love notes with a pen, either strong or weak, with the emotions that I cannot part with. Watching each young man cast his gaze on the paper, singing our past lightly. Time smiled and I saw you frown and whisper. On a stranger's road, in the quiet moments, it has become the most beautiful clip of my journey. And I am intoxicated and don't know when to return.

In warm March, with a faint breeze and a faint fragrance of flowers, I shed my robe and whispered goodbye to the faint memories of the cold. I am grateful for those memories that have you, and I am deeply moved by you once. Looking up, the warm sun remains as before, and the scenery remains the same. I am waiting for a fireworks display, and I encountered the romantic encounter between you and me.