A passionate and loyal carrier-based aircraft pilot vs. A determined and dedicated female military reporter
Losing him does not mean losing everything. Maybe you have already forgiven his silence. This sentence is like "Premature roses have unseasonable fragrance and are beautiful, but they are also easy to wither too early."
Maybe one day spring will be just right.
The handsome young man in camouflage uniform stepped into the sunshine and fell in love with him uncontrollably.
But it's the same person. Maybe he wears camouflage uniforms in front of me every day, but I don't feel anything about him.
So what I want to tell you is that the recipe of love is actually a combination of the right time, right place and right people.
We call it fate.
Chen Miaomiao looked at it. Midsummer was approaching and the wind was strong. Ginkgo leaves were falling, some drifting away with the wind, and some blending with the soil. When I looked down, I realized that there is no right or wrong, good or bad. No matter what kind of choice you make, just like it. Love can last for a long time.
What I dream of, the people who look back and say goodbye in midsummer will meet each other in dreams, but in the end they only exist in beautiful fantasy. The small county town is very small, and you can meet familiar faces within a few steps; the small county town is very big, and you can never meet the people you have missed for a long time. But we won't be trapped by memories, at least not for too long.
To this day, I want to cherish the current people and things even more, and count down the days. With this fate, the time we can spend together is too short. After all, we all have to follow our own future and glory.
If only one more autumn and winter were given to her, that would be enough.
Where will you and me be? What does it turn into? Meet again.
Chen Miaomiao's hands were empty. She looked at the back of the little girl running away and curled her lips. In their best years of fifteen or sixteen, young people have great ambitions and use the pen of time to paint their youthful years.
It's cold for hundreds of feet, and there are thousands of piles of snow; I light my crimson lips and give you your words.
It's April in the world, and we will meet each other naturally.
No need to say goodbye.
Purpose: Obey your wishes and stay young without regrets