Where Can I Express My Love for You?

I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like the sun shining on the earth, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, soothing. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the equator and the poles, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like whales sinking to the bottom of the sea, tender to each other, infatuated and angry. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, just like a whale lacking oxygen and the 6,400-meter-deep sea, I never tire of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, lasting. I still like you very much, the smoke is curling up, the mulberry pear is frying in the snow and the rain is falling. I still like you very much, just like a flying fish loves a seabird. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, like clouds condensed into raindrops, drop by drop. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, my eyes are thousands of miles away I still like you very much, just like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, I miss you so much. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, the clouds and mist turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you.

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I heard that my Zaizai has no motivation to write without book reviews. Did I write this book review for you? Today's update can have two thousand words, hehehehe! Zaizai, I know that writing a book is not easy. Now that you have chosen, you must stick to it. Come on, I love you❤

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Everything in the world, the stars in the sky are you, the warm breeze by the lake is you, the catkins floating in the sky are you, and the endless thoughts of you are you. You are the morning dew, the evening star, and all my joy. I lick your eyes, not drunk yet drunk. You are my first love, you are the direction of my eyes, you are the destination of my tenderness, and you are the reason for raising the corners of my mouth. The green mountains are not as long as your eyebrows, and the water is not as clear as your eyes. A few rains across the mountains and rivers, but you are the only one in my life. The long flowing water is you Firewood, rice, oil and salt are you Deep love is you Baishou is also you Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and lakes are not as moving as the deep pools in your eyes, and all the beauty in the world is not as beautiful as your gentle smile at me. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are all between your lips, teeth, abyss and eyebrows. Spring, autumn, summer, cicada and winter snow love you year after year. There are flowers in spring, and I have you. The most beautiful spring is not the blooming of flowers, but the blooming of every spring that you and I have been waiting for together. The glaciers I saw when I went north were you, the aurora I went south to pursue was you, the prayer flags I wandered west were you, and the Brahma sutras I took refuge in east were also you. I have seen the mountains and rivers reflected in your eyes, and I have also passed by the sea breeze in July, but the green mountains and rivers and the stars in the mountains and fields are not as good as the smile you gave me. I have seen thousands of mountains, but when I met your eyebrows, I felt that the mountains and rivers were missing a touch of spring. Although it sounds exaggerated, I still think your eyes are most suitable for stars.

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