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"Peach blossom Xin, peach blossom fragrance ......"

Floating in that war-torn era, where the war burned the passion of countless people, there were not too many words in that era, some were just the dreams of too many people, he did not dream that she had no romance, and some were just too much in common, that was for the happiness of future generations to give up their own ideas, just for a common ideal, what made these people give up money...... And betraying oneself, the confrontation between black and white in the dialogue between people and hearts, what betrays one's own sex and spirit, and who leaves his beloved in the flowing white curtain and sacrifices his life for the sake of the righteous soul, the era of gunfire, is the confrontation of the regime or the impact of the ideological trend of ism, so that the demon and the angel have clashed again and again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In that era, people always wonder whether it is beautiful or ugly. For the common language of different people come together, there is no much reward, some are just the same heart, some are just an ageless heart, the same persistence, the same tiredness, unity tight, no distinction for this land, just ask, who can remember, however, what kind of psychology makes them charge online and throw their heads and blood, and who manipulates, perhaps, all this is the continuation of history, however, what about the people of later generations. It is as short as the life of a peach blossom, but it is worthy of this love for a short time, and it is fragrant in the present world and left in the future generations.

They gave up love, side by side in the common enterprising, spent the moment together, the moment of laughter but not flattery did not last long but was remembered, the beauty of the dusk, the dark green grass, the patches of places they passed, until now there are future generations of people passing by, who will remember. Perhaps, the warriors will inject their own fear of aura into his heart and brain at the moment he passes by, which seems to be a flash of guard, but it is a dark fragrance. What is the reason that the already short life is gone so early, but there is a voice in the collision of spirits and spirits, so is it? Doing it while you are alive is an eternal belief, and it is also a duty given by history. Perhaps, in those days, there was no choice.

The flowers are still blooming the same, every year, the mountains are still so green, it seems to have changed from the end, what is the difference between the people of that year and now, what kind of nobility is the person who shows up to speak, for the ideal, for the peace, doing, moving, and still being with a wavering element at such a moment of unity, how hateful it feels to be a sacrificed life, and a person who forgets profit, whether this is a manifestation of redness. It's only a moment, and what is left behind, perhaps, no one can tell, only children can say two words innocently, it's true, children are like this.

So far, I can pick it out, in that era of smoke, how many good years fell silently, an indelible emotion spontaneously emerged, so complex but simple, is a deep love for this fertile soil, is a deep love for this complexion, and so far left such a good story, all complex emotions are dissolved into this moment, however, when and where is this moment not there, but people are different, different places, different meanings, different feelings, the same is the same, for what? ——

Here, who can forget more importantly who can say clearly, but the upside-down chaos is still subjugated by the facts of the theory, and who can say it clearly, of course you judge!

In short, the era of passion left one, the era of handsomeness, a era of suffering and happiness, the era of sunset accompanied by summer light bloomed with strange light and fairy tale-like resurrection, realized, short is beautiful.

Red oranges

The terrier walked on the path home, the mood was very flat, this road walked during the day, but there was a strange fragrance when walking at this time, and the smell was very good. Smelling such a fragrance, the mood is extremely happy, the path that once walked, the place where I walked by touching the stones, are far away from myself, and I only feel extremely happy. During the day, I work happily. Mianhua played high, white, white, that day of lack of food and short food seemed to have been thrown out of the clouds, and everything became nothing.

The starry sky at the beginning was exchanged for the cold silence of the night, and it was only now that I realized that the traces of the years seemed to have left nothing. At this time, there is only a vulgar taste like the fragrance of incense when it rains, and what is it for generations, oranges are red, and they will be as red next year. There is nothing to be apprehensive, the taste is natural, the meaning is melting, the elegance is light, and the only meaning is it.

Between the butterflies and flowers, where is the place of thought, but a piece of beauty, and then it becomes the beauty of the family, the tree shakes, the wind whirls, in every place, it seems to have left the traces of the stalk - there are and there are not, hard swallowing and happy, happy laughter.

Light and tasteful, out of its elegance

Year after year, month after month, looking at the elegance of autumn fruit, the bits and pieces of yesterday seem to have long passed, and there is only the present Ranhe.

The stalk is living happily, and the overflowing happiness of the week is controlling the stalk's peaceful heart, yesterday has been restored, today and today, what else is there now?

The stalk greeted the early morning sun, stepped on the dewy green grass, and smiled at the light of the morning sun step by step.