You come against the light and deserve all the beauty in this world.

You really look like fine weather when you smile. Jian Zheng. Between moonlight and snow, you are the third amazing color. Yu Guangzhong. A yard with trees in Houhai/Jade with jobs in Xia Dynasty/Clouds at the moment/You in your twenties. -Feng Tang. I like March. I like you. You and March are both spring, Ji Jin. The world is corrupt, crazy and inhuman, and you are sober, gentle and spotless. Others will describe you as gentle, and I will only describe you as gentle. I can compare you to summer. Are you more beautiful than it? Shakespeare. The longer I know you, the more I think you are the happy Shui Ze in my life. Your fingertips even have beautiful colors. Yasunari Kawabata. To me, you are a delicious cake just baked, a golden egg tart just baked. It's really hard to write your name. It's not that the strokes are complicated. Only you have to soak your name in four minutes of spring breeze, three minutes of moonlight, two minutes of drunkenness and one minute of eyebrows. I really don't have any talent, just because I was lucky enough to meet you, so this ordinary heart gave birth to a lot of romance out of thin air. You come against the light and deserve all the beauty in this world. What kind of existence do you have? The sunshine on the horizon is suffocating, and the roses under your feet are ashamed. The milky fog rises, so I have morning dew in my eyes and peach blossoms in March on my cheeks. -Mr. Decca's email address. You come with the slow moonlight, and the snow seems gentle and diffuse. There are not many beautiful things in the world, only the wind blowing in the early autumn evening, and you are so cute when you smile in your twenties. No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can't match your smile. People who haven't met you won't understand. I have thought of a thousand beautiful sentences about summer, but they are not as gentle as the wind blowing and falling leaves at this moment. I tried to describe you with those beautiful sentences. But I can't. I weighed every word and wrote a long paragraph. Your eyebrows glow when you bend over. It makes me feel. No These words can't write the stars in your eyes. I can't write the spring breeze of your lips. No matter which word. Not half as magical as you. You are the night breeze, and the stars disappear. You are the scenery in the bright eyes of dawn. You are humming softly, just like starlight covering the alley. You are the flower in my heart, blooming in my four seasons. You are the colored ink on the stationery, with my favorite words written on it. ? I bless you day and night. If I may, I want you to see what you look like in my eyes. It's really beautiful, not only in appearance, but also inside. In fact, I don't need to see your face or hear your voice, and I don't need to know what news you have. All I know is that I will think of you in the rare flash moment of my life. Fireworks rise, snowflakes fall and people come around to hug me. I guess you are connected with all the beautiful things in the world, so I want to see some beautiful things as much as possible.