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爱情是叹息吹起的阵烟;恋人的眼中有它净化了的火星;恋人的眼泪是它激起的波涛。它又是智慧的疯狂,哽喉的苦味,吃不到嘴的蜜糖。——威廉·莎士比亚爱的感觉应该就像在懒洋洋的星期六早上,枕着三只枕头,盖着四条毛毯。时间已经停滞,整个世界都欣然停下脚步,唯重要的是你还能继续呼吸,享受这秒又秒的懒散时光。爱的感觉应该就像座专属人的港湾。他的抱、他的胸膛就是座避难所,只有你可以容身。你对他的每个毛孔都顶礼膜拜,为他的幸福祈祷,种无
Love is sigh blowing array of smoke; lover’s eyes have it purifying Mars; lover’s tears is it inspires the waves. It is also the wisdom of crazy, throat bitter taste, can not eat the mouth of honey. - William Shakespeare’s love should feel like a lazy Saturday morning with three pillows and four blankets. The time has come to a halt, and the whole world is glad to stop, the only thing that matters is that you can still breathe and enjoy the lazy seconds of this second. The feeling of love should be like a dedicated harbor. His arms, his chest is a refuge, only you can shelter. You worship every one of his pores, pray for his happiness, and planted nothing