Wei Zi handkerchief

1. Meet the most beautiful you in the most beautiful time.

Spring, like your graceful figure, comes to me leisurely. Spring breeze, like your flowing pace, gives birth to a beautiful and elegant lotus flower on the water at every step. Spring, like your delicious temperament, is full of brilliant brilliance. Spring flowers, like your bright reddish cheeks, bow their heads and be shy. Spring rain, like your watery eyes, exudes a glittering and translucent luster.

In the spring morning, birds are singing happily. You are wearing a purple dress with two lovely pigtails, sitting quietly in a corner of the campus, holding a book, smiling and reciting some poems from time to time. I was moved by your eloquent recitation, and I walked gently to your side, not daring to disturb your interest in reading poetry. The way you read reminds me of a beautiful woman, sitting opposite the book case of Chunfeng, with a book in one hand and fragrant teas in the other, absorbed in reading Xu Zhimo's beautiful poems.

Meeting you is the most beautiful time. I didn't know I could meet a woman like you. Gently push aside the fog of spring, I can clearly see your face, natural and pure; I clearly saw your eyes, clear and happy; I clearly saw your hair, black and thin; I clearly saw your smile, cold and sweet.

Quietly, it is my happiness to look at you like this. I don't bother you, just quietly appreciate, silently smile at your back, and quietly listen to your slender and emotional voice. My people are drunk, my heart is drunk, and my soul is drunk.

Time is like drinking. Drunk, drunk in the most beautiful moment. Time is charming, when you seize the time of the whole city, you put her in your heart. Time is an eternal landscape. When she stood in the landscape, the landscape became the most fragrant flower.

Time flies, flying to the jasmine time in early summer. Young hearts are flying and intoxicated in the jasmine flowers all over the mountains. The petite white jasmine is as lovely as a baby's fist, and the warm wind blows it, making it tremble slightly. Some jasmine flowers bloom like Zhao Yanfei in the Han Palace, dancing on the green palm; Some drive like Lin Weiyin played by Zhou Xun, quiet and gentle; Some drive like angels in a gold powder family, pure and romantic.

Golden sunshine, large tracts of land sprinkled throughout the jungle, the air is full of warm and charming atmosphere. In the distance, a woman in white walked in the wind among the flowers. In the sun, she is like an angel who landed on earth. Sunshine is her wings, white skirt is her fairy skirt, and fair skin has a dust-free luster. As she got closer and closer to me, I saw her face clearly: jasmine-white skin, jasmine-like pure and lovely smile, grape-like eyes, sparkling water, white cheeks and rosy peony flowers.

If that time, she was a purple peony in the spring breeze, with amazing beauty, which made me unforgettable at first sight, then this time, she was a fairy from the sky, with a misty mystery. This time, I will never let time pass, and let a beautiful encounter become a parallel line that can only be seen in the eye. My heart is beating so fast that my eyes can hardly look directly at her. She is getting closer and closer, and her beauty, mystery, loveliness, romance and holiness make me feel at a loss.

Meet the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time. Just when I was trying to find a reason to be near you, it began to rain lightly. I had a brainwave, picked the most beautiful jasmine flower around me, supported a small parasol I carried with me, and strode towards this jasmine-like woman. "This beautiful young lady, can I hold an umbrella for you?" There was something of surprise in her eyes. "You go quietly, just as I come quietly ... you are the bride in the sunset ... without taking away a cloud." "On a spring morning, you read this poem by Xu Zhimo in a corner of the campus, and I was moved by your emotional voice." "Well, then you can be my guardian angel for the time being."

We smiled at each other as if our hearts were like old friends, so I held up an umbrella for you and gently put that jasmine flower in your ear. You didn't feel any unhappiness, but a red cloud flew on your cheek. By your side, I hold my umbrella carefully. Your hair wafts through my nose, a smell of mint, mixed with a touch of jasmine, wafts into my nose, making me as drunk as a person who drinks wine made of nectar.

We talked about a touching and fresh poem. We passed through the Tang Dynasty-style Song Ci, lamented Li Yu's "Like Water Flowing East", lyrically recited Li Bai's "The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man" and lamented Li Qingzhao's "Just raise your eyebrows and let your heart go".

We walked under the dancing pear tree and looked at the "white snow" piece by piece; Run in the purple light of lavender and feel the charming purple love; Hug and kiss in the romance of red maple leaves, indulge in the lingering autumn wind and autumn rain; Standing in the snow, practice the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son".

Spring has gone and come back, and flowers fade and bloom. Good times are always short. Because every minute, things will change; Because every season, there will always be sad people and things; Because at every stage of life, you will experience different vicissitudes.

Good times are forever. Because things will change and people's hearts will last forever; The season will change, and sadness can always be repaired; Vicissitudes are inevitable, but the mind can always be perfected.

Beautiful time, beautiful spring, summer, autumn and winter, beautiful people can always have unexpected beautiful stories. In the most beautiful time, I met the most beautiful you. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, those times are not perfect, and that beautiful you also have flaws, but in my heart, you are love at first sight in my eyes. You are my most beautiful fate.

The right is the most beautiful; Congenial is the most beautiful; * * * The most beautiful thing is people who have experienced adversity, beauty.

Fate is so wonderful! In the most beautiful time, meeting the most beautiful you is God's arrangement and my most beautiful accident. It is doomed in the dark, and it is a beautiful beginning for me to firmly grasp my destiny; It is the most beautiful meeting and the most beautiful love.

2. The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is on the water side.

I came to misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, escaped from a completely broken marriage, gave up a relationship that was no longer complete, looked for a city, entrusted my heart to it, and entrusted a new love.

When I met you, I found that Jiangnan is a place with outstanding people. You are wearing a white cheongsam and a purple umbrella, and you are coming to me leisurely. And you are not as sad and sad as Dai Wangshu's poems. Your eyebrows are curved like a lovely crescent moon; Your eyes are as clear as spring water. Your face is red, like a peach blossom that loves to laugh in the wind. Your nose is firm and delicate; Your white teeth are white and neat; Your lips are thin and sexy; Your black hair is shiny and supple.

When I met you, I discovered that Jiangnan is a place where gentle women are born. The water south of the Yangtze River, unlike the river in the north, flows fast and breathes. Streams in the south of the Yangtze River flow slowly through the town in a neat and regular way. Women in Jiangnan are like streams in Jiangnan. They live slowly, walk slowly and do things steadily. Northern women talk and do things in a hurry, and their temper often breaks out; Jiangnan women often exude a gentle temperament like water.

When I met you, I found that Jiangnan is a sentimental place. The aura of Jiangnan gave birth to the rich emotions of Jiangnan women. Jiangnan women dare to love and hate; Jiangnan women are gentle and affectionate; Jiangnan women are gentle as spring breeze. When you met me, your eyes were ashamed; When you love me, touch the piano and make the moon for me; When you and I were in the deep sea, you washed and cooked for me. You are a lily in the wind, swaying in the wind, smiling and gazing at me affectionately.

I met you and found that Jiangnan is a romantic place. Let a hundred flowers blossom, and love will last forever. The four seasons in the south of the Yangtze River are full of beautiful flowers with different shapes. How colorful Jiangnan is; How colorful Jiangnan is; How fragrant and romantic Jiangnan is. Jasmine in spring is your shy fragrance; The lotus flower in summer is your purity of "coming out of the mud without being stained, clear without being demon"; The azaleas in autumn are your fervent sincerity; Bauhinia in winter is your unchanging hope for a better life.

When I met you, I found that Jiangnan is a place facing the sea and blooming in spring. I walked with you on the beach, and the waves rolled in, over our toes and over our hearts. We are barefoot, running happily and chasing romantically on the golden soft beach. We draw two hearts and an arrow on the beach, cross two hearts, witness the sea, this life and this life, the afterlife and the afterlife, this situation remains the same. We are on the beach, and it says: Facing the sea, spring blossoms. As long as the sea does not dry up, our love flower will always be as beautiful, charming and exciting as the flowers in spring.

When I met you, I discovered that Jiangnan is a place that breeds good women. You care for me in every way, so gentle; You remember me bit by bit; You love me warmly and kiss me sincerely; You are so attached to me, so congenial; You love me so much that you will never change your mind.

When I met you, I discovered that Jiangnan is a place where ingenious women are born. You, cut me a whole coat in a few days, the color is atmospheric and the size is moderate enough to show my identity as a businessman; You, weave a scarf for me, and you fall into my heart inside; You embroidered a handkerchief for me, and two mandarin ducks were embroidered in the handkerchief, which is lifelike. Your deep affection for me brought the mandarin ducks back to life.

When I met you, I discovered that Jiangnan is a place where talented women are born. You often sit in the corner of the pavilion with a book in your hand, sometimes smiling and showing your eyebrows, and sometimes crying according to others; You often sing poems and paint with me to express a sparrow's ambition to know swans; You often play the guzheng and harp with slender and dexterous fingers on a quiet moonlit night.

Your smile is my obsession in this life. If it is a peach blossom, a red cloud will fly on the cheek; If Baochai always wears a bright smile; If Ziwei, it has a heart with Erkang; If it is a lotus, it is pure and shy. Your smile is a faint satisfied smile; Is a faint kind smile; It was a faint affectionate smile.

Your eyes are my understanding in this life. Sometimes the smile is full and the goodwill is thick; Sometimes playful and funny, innocent and lovely; Sometimes I cry for you and feel sentimental. Your eyes are talking eyes. I have read your deep affection for me from your eyes. Your eyes are rotten as stars and beautiful as jade. I have read your kindness from your eyes. Your eyes are deep eyes, and I have read your picturesque talent from your eyes.

Jiangnan is the city I want to choose; And you are a love that I will devote myself to in this life and the next. Wherever you go, where is my city, where is my paradise, where is my Jiangnan. Because I met you, I fell in love with Jiangnan; Because I fell in love with Jiangnan, I know more about your preciousness; Because I know how precious you are, I know that the city I want to choose is not just the picturesque Jiangnan, but the graceful Jiangnan, where you are as beautiful as a peach blossom with a deep smile; The love I want to pin is not only because of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but also because I know that I want to find the woman who knows how to be warm and cold and how to love me.

The first heartbeat between you and me is the induction of the soul; The love between you and me is a congenial relationship, attracting each other's temperament and talent; You and I live and die together, which is a profound understanding of each other and a dedication to love.

This city, this love, is my greatest wish, the greatest happiness, and my most beautiful and regretless choice. Love you, love this city, and love this precious love.

3, the flowers are deep, waiting for you in the depths of time.

In the south of the Yangtze River in October, it's misty and rainy, with willows, green grass and pinellia flowers. Tulips are in full bloom and delicate and charming. The tulips in the city are swaying in the wind, and the tulips in the city are full of sleeves. Drunk with an affair, floating in the dream of Jiangnan. Beautiful wind and dust, soft water waves, misty rain, blooming flowers and falling flowers, beautiful countryside. Rain, trickling, swirl, hit the lotus leaf, making a "scratching" sound.

Tulips are beautiful and brightly colored. Just like you, the woman who came out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, wore a pink cheongsam, a head of light and bright hair, a curved eyebrow like a moon, a delicate nose, crystal clear skin, delicate and rosy lips and a soft figure like a water snake. You are holding a purple umbrella, stepping on a pair of white high heels and twisting your waist gently.

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is picturesque. Beautiful as a flower, time flies like water. Tulips sway in the wind and rain, bow their heads and dance in the rain curtain, towards me and towards you. Tulips bloom beautifully in October, some are white, some are pink and some are yellow. The wind, gently passing tulips, is full of faint floral fragrance, as if it were your unique taste.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so affectionate. Fine and greasy, as gentle as water as you. You have big eyes. Clear and affectionate, showing kindness, gentleness, charm and smile. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like tears slowly flowing from your eyes, is cool and crystal clear. Your tears, like talking raindrops, hide many love stories and ambiguous feelings in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The wind in Jiangnan is so gentle. Blow your hair gently. Your beauty and charm are even more exciting because of this long hair. Hair like rain, light, emitting a soft and bright black luster. Your hair is soft, bright and full of emotion. Like a waterfall, flowing thousands of miles. It, filled with faint shampoo fragrance, passed by, killing you, drunk me, drunk my soul, drunk flowers and plants, drunk mountains and rivers.

Flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming everywhere, colorful and full of vitality. There are many kinds of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. You like tulips best: gorgeous but not vulgar, beautiful but not charming. Tulips look good in all colors, but you only love tulips with red in white. It is as shy and pure as you, as fresh and beautiful as you, as soft and stiff as you, as spotless as you, and as watery and indifferent as you.

Tulips in Jiangnan, you in Jiangnan. You were born in Jiangnan, and you are infatuated with Jiangnan dream. The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is raining and foggy. You are walking among the flowers in the lotus pond with a small umbrella. On the grass, there are colorful flowers, white, yellow, red, purple and pink. I picked a purple flower and put it in your hair to make you more charming and beautiful.

We met, knew each other and fell in love in the tulip field. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River messed up your hair. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River gently blows the tulips in the flower fields. The fragrance of flowers and your hair are ingeniously blended together, floating into my breath and intoxicating my heart. Beside the flower field, you snuggle up to me and I snuggle up to you. We talked about Tang poetry and Song poetry, landscapes, flowers and plants, and sang songs about tulips.

In the south of the Yangtze River in October, flowers blossom, autumn is full of meaning and autumn colors are gorgeous. You said you were leaving and didn't know when you would come back. As for me, I can only keep our agreement: every October, if the tulips don't thank you, you will come back. Dear, you are the tulip in front of you, like a fairy out of the dust, as beautiful as a fairy. Your smile is as bright and charming as a tulip. Your eyes, as pure as tulips, hide a warm smile.