hopelessly beautiful
Is it the butterfly that flutters in the bottle or stays everywhere
It was Fanny with his back to the audience in a blue sea of lily of the valley
Reading Keats' reply
It's the dream of a garden with slightly blown white curtains
Fanny and Keats hide in the world
separated from the world
Keats' constant emphasis on escape
You know I don't have money I don't have enough money to marry you
This man loses confidence in romanticism and realism
He said I even wish we were butterflies
Only live three days in summer, three days with you
Happier than living alone for 50 years
He lay down in the verdure of the beech and became a perched nightingale
But due to illness, he was separated from his loved one
Favorite Toots after finding Fanny
Little girl walks ahead with Fanny and Keats
Holding hands behind the kiss sweet intimacy
summer flowers green grass warm light
When I look back, the same two or three wooden people are playful and lively
cute really cute
Nineteenth-century British pastoral life is lovely
flowers and love cute
Help Fanny run errands and accompany Fanny, the little guys who have experienced love and pain are cute
Flower-wearing teenager dances with Fanny on sick body to celebrate engagement
Curly Toots picks up a leaf and throws it away
There is no autumn here, don't come here;
But winter is still here
After countless correspondence and love poems
Keats still got in the car to Naples
He died in the winter blizzard
Died in an unawakened dream
as they said when they parted
everything is a dream
Fanny cried uncontrollably at the narrow staircase
The pain that I can't breathe with the clothes on my chest
It's the pain between loved ones
she walks on the snow in the woods
What Keats told her, I'm familiar with the road here
They are more than your eyelashes
Thinking in black
Bright star, I pray to be as firm as you.
But I don't want to hang high in the night sky and shine alone.
Just keep your eyes open forever.
Like the patient sleepless hermit of nature.
Constantly looking at Haitao, the priest of the earth.
Rinse the shores where people live with the waves.
Or stare at the façade of the fluttering snow.
Brilliant, light, covered with depressions and mountains.
No, I just want to be firm
The headrest lover's soft bosom.
Always feel its soothing ups and downs.
When I woke up, my heart was full of sweet excitement.
He kept listening to her delicate breathing.
Live like this, or die in a coma;
For years she walked into the woods after dark
Dreaming of countless romantic and sad dreams
crazy and beautiful
The spring that does not come back lives alone for fifty years.
— Lolita
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