One day will suddenly find it.
Love is actually a simple thing.
Simplify the occurrence.
First, he lived on the sixth floor.
He likes to sit on the balcony.
Sitting or leaning on white iron railing.
Drink tea, or sing the guitar.
Look at the sunrise sunset.
Look at the clouds.
Second, she lives in the fifth floor.
She likes sitting on the balcony.
Sitting or leaning on white iron railing.
Read the book, or listen to the quietness of CD.
Listening to the flowers.
Listening to the wind.
Third, one-third of the city can be seen from the balcony.
There are also one-third of several banyan trees.
The sparkling Minjiang river parked the boat that did not shine.
The fourth bridge in the river is going to close.
The birds slammed their branches from the tree.
He spent the autumn winter spring here.
She spent the autumn winter spring here.
Some people have come.
Some flowers have been driven.
Fourth, the days are always too long a day.
Summer is coming soon.
The shadow is getting shorter and shorter.
Stepping on the shadow can only play one person.
The sky is always gray.
The leaves of the banyan tree are green.
The sun is also green.
Five, the sky is also a child who loves to cry.
There are a few winds that can cry over the clouds.
Take a glass of water through the door.
A small bird stands in the rain.
The distance is already a lost dream.
He opened his own computer.
She opened her own computer.
Sixth, each person's heart is hidden.
I don't want to say about people around you.
I hope I can be understood by others.
So many people meet in the network.
Like a hit it is destined.
When a life is quiet, listen to another life.
When a person is read by another person.
That is a satisfaction.
That is a touch.
That is a life that is another life comprehension.
Seven, the rain is not stopped.
The city is like a matchbox.
Lying with a rigid matchstone.
The rain that is not stopped makes the wet changing.
Grinding the spark of life.
Even if you just want to make a brightness.
Eight, when the rain is small.
He likes to go out.
Do not support an umbrella.
Quietly came from the rain.
The Water Wilderness is floating.
Take a deep breath.
Wooden grass hanging on the dew.
A small umbrella on the road.
Nine, she has a small umbrella.
I often think of the story of hours.
There is a beautiful picture in the story.
The small fair has also become a beautiful mushroom.
Mushroom hides two eiversia.
Long wings with a transparent text.
The rain outside is not stopped.
Ten, they chat online.
Like a wizard dancing on the keyboard.
Willing to listen to everything.
The spring blossoms were blooming.
The moon and lack of moon.
88 He played a ghost face.
She smiles on the screen.
That little bird didn't know when it was already flying away.
Eleven, he looks at her diary.
She looks at his diary.
you said.
Human paradise.
Can people come to people?
In this summer.
My grandmother brings love to heaven.
Twelve, sometimes.
Some things cannot be changed.
Just believe that Grandma lives in heaven.
Sunlight is on white clouds.
Your happiness is her happiness.
Human paradise.
Paradise.
Can also come to people.
Thirteen, when it is small.
Side of the small house.
Partners are putting small paper boats.
Grandma pointed to the moon in the water.
It is like a boat.
The place in your grandfather and his brother is called heaven.
There is such a moon ship there.
They are planning.
Just come to the dream of your grandmother.
14, love makes people believe in paradise.
That is not a sea, not a hoper.
Not any phantom.
It is a place that is full of love.
believe in love.
Open in the heart.
Flowers will not drop.
Fifteen, he stood on the balcony.
A paper plane slid out from his hand.
A beautiful trajectory is drawn in the sun.
Flying into the balcony downstairs.
She stands on the balcony.
Smirred smile.
Hands holding his paper plane.
sunny.
16. She saw a paper plane parked in front of it.
Written on the plane: Grandma, your love makes me happy.
She saw him standing on the balcony.
Sunlight is on his face.
Seventeen, there is a paradise in everyone's heart.
It is full of love in heaven.
There is wind.
There is a bullion.
Eighteen, finally understand.
Because there is love, there is a paradise.
