Cranberry Nut Brown Sugar Toast Roll, A Red Heart for You.
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
2
I was at home on vacation and watched "Machinist 2". The male protagonist stood alone on the Prague tower. In the distance, the red roofs, rivers, and towering churches were so beautiful.
At that moment, it seemed that the continent of Europe belonged to him and would be given to his woman as a gift.
A man, the happiest moment is to give his whole world as a gift to his beloved woman.
Take her with her on the beach in Australia, watching whales breathe out a jet of water and the setting sun dyes the entire sky red, in the imperial past in the Forbidden City,
Travel through the time and space of history and tell her a romantic love story.
I also think that in the green gauze tent of the comfortable tropical rain forest in Southeast Asia, two people leaned on the futon, doing nothing, in a daze.
Watch the passage of time, listen to the sound of the jungle, from early morning to sunset.
Chatting with a 30-year-old single girl, she said that despite her many emotional injuries, she still believes in love.
I smiled and said: Is there still love?
I wrote about love affairs for more than ten years, and in an instant, I came to the conclusion that love does not exist.
And girls, both unmarried and married, are telling me that she believes in love.
Men basically don't believe in love. Men are more eager to give her a stable and happy life.
Love is imagination. A plain life is often the most valuable.
Isn't it?
At that moment, it seemed that the continent of Europe belonged to him and would be given to his woman as a gift.
A man, the happiest moment is to give his whole world as a gift to his beloved woman.
Take her with her on the beach in Australia, watching whales breathe out a jet of water and the setting sun dyes the entire sky red, in the imperial past in the Forbidden City,
Travel through the time and space of history and tell her a romantic love story.
I also think that in the green gauze tent of the comfortable tropical rain forest in Southeast Asia, two people leaned on the futon, doing nothing, in a daze.
Watch the passage of time, listen to the sound of the jungle, from early morning to sunset.
Chatting with a 30-year-old single girl, she said that despite her many emotional injuries, she still believes in love.
I smiled and said: Is there still love?
I wrote about love affairs for more than ten years, and in an instant, I came to the conclusion that love does not exist.
And girls, both unmarried and married, are telling me that she believes in love.
Men basically don't believe in love. Men are more eager to give her a stable and happy life.
Love is imagination. A plain life is often the most valuable.
Isn't it?
