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Falling snow is grateful...... ）

When the snow fell into a long wilderness, her feet were a little weak, and when she saw a cherry tree beside her, she sat down and leaned on the big tree, which was firm and sacred, and the snow did not go anywhere......

In opposition to this cherry tree, there is also a ginkgo tree near the White House.

It is said that the ginkgo tree、Because of the careful care of the poet Tomb Lee、The ginkgo tree has a golden breath。

He Ying, a generation of chicken essence, looked at the White House deep in his own courtyard and smiled proudly.

If you say, a year ago, He Ying, the girl in the Qinglou, hooked the arm of the poet Li Tomb and smiled complicatedly.

"Li Duan, although you are 12 years younger than me, I will take care of people, follow me, and guarantee that you will soon be like Lao Jin, Zhang Hai, Gong Ji, and Liu Ju, and my blood will be absorbed by me day by day. He Ying, a young woman in the twilight of her life, looked at the handsome poet Li Dui at this time, and her eyes were full of a cocktail called "absolute happiness", and the cocktail exudes the pride of youth.

Ever since the poet Li Du colluded with He Ying, a girl in the green house, he has been constantly swallowing cocktails alone.

As soon as he put down his glass, the poet Li Du stood up from the wine table, flew away, and went to perform his essential work, the fierce black dog.

"Hmph! Zhang Hai, Zhang Hai, what about sex workers, aren't I, He Ying, full of customers and big ticket collections? May I ask the innocent and innocent virtuous wives of the whole world, who dares to go like He Ying and me to directly rely on the phone to tempt the poet Li Dui? Hehe, the wife of the poet Li Duan, I don't know what the noise is, I'm afraid I can't think of jumping off the building, her husband who always relies on her, just came out of my room a while ago, standing in my courtyard and infatuating with me! Hmph! Regret going! Not only did I have a husband and wife with the genius poet who died young? There is still an incomparably vivid love between us! May I ask 'Chen Xiangyu' that he has love? As soon as I came home from Jueqin, I told Chen Xiangyu, I am so sad that I am going to die, let me ask, is it easy for me to He Ying? There are so many prostitutes in the world, I pick up guests from room to room, won't I die? Hehe, this time the three of them came together...... Hehe---- it's ashamed to think about it, the scenery of the twilight years, you need more than three prostitutes to go on it together and do your best together. Not long after Chen Xiangyu walked out of the Qinglou, he took his wife's arm and shook it in front of my eyes---- I am a dignified Qinglou, is it easy? Every time I consolidate a relationship with a different prostitute, it takes a huge amount of bad thoughts, I have already known the destiny of heaven, and the chicken soul still maintains such a young youthful vitality, alas, the poet Li Dui, I called my mobile phone and cried and begged him, so I begged him to go to my Qinglou. Is it easy for me He Guiying?" He Ying always said things that shouldn't be said when she was triumphant, and this time, she said the real name of the poet Li Du and her real name sprinkled in the world, and there was really a kind!

She couldn't wait for the snow to fall at the thought of the fresh, smiling fruit on the top of her head, and she wanted to pick a few ripe cherries, stretch out her hand, but couldn't reach them, and stretched out her hand again, but she couldn't reach them.

Luoxue simply squatted on the ground, leaned against the trunk of the cherry tree and fell asleep......

Falling snow falls asleep and has dreams.

"Luoluo, yours, Wenwen hiding in the recycling bin have all run away!" was the sound of Cher's shout.

"Xue'er, where did my Wenwen go?" Luoxue asked loudly, without answering.

The falling snow got up and flew away in mid-air, and she was covered in emerald green, and suddenly turned into a little green fox.

The little green fox lies in the air: look east and west.

Suddenly, there was a desert at the feet of the little green fox, floating like a towel quilt.

The little green fox threw her head up, and with a leap of her whole body, she landed lightly on the beautiful cherry tree, and with a wave of her four little hooves, the little green fox began to fall asleep on the cherry tree.

The little green fox was embarrassed

Falling snow is a quick run: overtime, unscrupulous, bold and reckless---- the faster she runs, the more she can see some of the earlier fruits.

The earlier fruit is the fruit that has been emptied by the system. Actually, there is nothing.

Suddenly, a steep cliff barked wildly, and the cliff was shaped like a dog, and the dog's hair was pitch black.

Legend has it that this cliff is steep from a cliff controlled by black wood.

"Wow!" The fierce dog barked wildly, and the pitch-black fierce dog that suddenly jumped in the air dodged, turned into a figure, and walked out of the green building created by the chicken spirit He Ying......

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