of sweet smile, graceful style

Always believe that everyone's heart, a soft, or a flower western seafood restaurant hong kong, a drop of rain, or a word, a person, and that person, inadvertently, in the fleeting time at a certain moment quietly into your world. Since then, in your life, will be more than a silent accompany, quiet joy.

Her name is (Ceng Yan) from Guizhou, is very beautiful, good temperament, is a standard of beauty. We met in the network, at first sight, every day after work, a free will to put other things aside, chat, play games together, although very common to each other but it was fun, joy.

A kind of fate, there is no agreement, is not romantic, a meet, will go, but disappeared, will be forever.

In this world, there is a feeling called love, there is a call; Xiangxi, know. A language, not a sound, but his voice, a kind of thinking, without confession, communion is the heart and heart pulse pulse.

The vast sea of humanity, meet every time, is a beautiful, presumably, this earthly things, the most beautiful feelings, nothing better than in met the moment, wipe out the joy of heartache.

Years of quiet, comfortable and pleasant, our friendship is in no hurry through the dust does not slow, appropriateness of a steady warm Royal Romance.

Maybe, time clean, no one will hold it in my heart, enduring as the universe, read, the end is not in vain to love beautiful. Because the past years and beautiful, and this season's final watch, because of you my sincere and curl fragrance.

June is a passion, unrestrained season, sometimes make people feel uneasy, used to look up and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, looking at the sky Yunjuanyunshu, heart full of reverie dating, thump however will emerge out of your charming and innocent, even close your eyes, I can feel you on my side, and the recollection of you and that touch of sweet smile, graceful style.

Time flies, years of quiet good, eyes dim, her enchanting dance.

You say the acquaintance is the most precious fate, miss is the most beautiful mood, care is the most sincere heart, the greeting is the most beautiful language, the bosom friend is the most perfect encounter.

Count the seasonal time cycle, in you I mottled years will eventually cut each other's mark, although the wind, frost, rain and snow cannot erase.

Years later, met is a jar of aging, fragrant and pleasant; our thoughts, care, greetings are accompanied by the fragrance of the altar of aging and the most beautiful bosom friend (flash) to drink. A few thousand cup of aging, salon foot.