上一话翻译

君弈不知道发什么好

君淮摆烂吧

君弈上一话翻译

"People choose their favorite meanings from the poet's words."

My love for you is so strong that I am glad that the thought is silent, and I hope it is deafening.

I don't look at the moon, and I don't say I miss you, so the moon and you are in the dark.

There are not too many beautiful things in the world, the wind blowing from the other side of the river in the evening of the beginning of autumn.

I don't know if you are listening to me munching aspirin, pouring refrigerated starter, taking advantage of the night without any figure, dodging thousands of stars, running alone to the no-man's land where the zebra crossing can't be tracked, I covered one eye as if I was testing my eyesight, biting my finger and burning the ground, writing "I love you" very piously, very solemnly, and finally the drug took effect.

The moon is high in the sky, it's spring, and I remember that you are whole inside

All over the world, tigers in the forest melt butter.

Secret love is also a kind of love, but the end of love is always heartache.

I often think of you, but I can't produce any evidence, so whenever you ask me if I miss you, I will gasp and think of you as regular as drinking the first glass of lemonade in the morning, like sneezing suddenly, without warning, without trace, like the rainbow when the sprinkler passes by, common and surprising. Are these details enough to describe? I'm afraid they are not sincere enough to describe you. So I could only bow my head and clasp my fingers with a crimson smile.

Sitting on the playground watching you play, I don't expect you to notice me.

Not all unrequited love can get a glimpse of the sky.

The dragon should hide in the clouds, and you should hide in your heart. Small Scenery under the Moon by Shen Congwen

"I'm waiting. What?" Love does not stop.

Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit

There are not too many beautiful things in the world, the wind blowing across the river in the evening of the beginning of autumn, and you in your twenties laughing to death.

Three lines of love letter, each line is my love for you.

It's not the timing that's wrong, it's the innumerable hesitations.

In the dream of youth, there are the sea, the sunset, the cicadas, the summer and the flowers that never wither.

I had no intention of provoking Jing Hong, but Jing Hong came into my heart.

君弈好了好了

君淮就这样吧

君淮看看拼字情况怎么样，再考虑更不敢新

君弈拜拜

君弈内卷现状我真的会谢

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