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Ye Fan in a dream

Many years ago, there was you, me, and him; Each of us flew over the Ten Thousand Mountains with the wings of our dreams, and passed through the rainbow-like clouds together, and the beauty was intoxicating and suffocating. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSo, we are all in a reverie. are all letting go of the little self in the depths of their hearts. You think-

A few years later, in the moment of painful groans and declining voices, you and I met like this. The yellow halo of the setting scattered the last rays of afterglow on our heads, and we were embarrassed and timid, muttering to ourselves but unable to open our hearts. An uncontrollable red tide surged into my heart, imprinted on my cheeks, a blush, I don't know if it was found by the attentive you, engraved in my heart, Mo Ming, but it was like a silent language, instantly became eternal, like a spring into the desolate desert This is not a novel, but it gently fills the whole blood, silently changing, changing. A moment of abortion by beauty and happiness. At this moment, the road of tiles has been paved, and there are many things that cannot be said at the beginning of the long life of loneliness. But gentleness, and will eventually unceremoniously make this time stay up, regrets, feelings, missed is missed. Loving the beauty and happiness of the wounded death, what a torturous life! There is no starting over in life. The leaves in the dream are fluttering; Ye Fan in the dream is sweet; Ye Fan in the dream is awake; Ye Fan in the dream is bitter; Ye Fan whispered in his dream.

Hang a thread high in the air, that is the rope of fate. How many years have it been swaying in the wind, the music in the ears is gentle, and the passion of the sky has just passed through the waterfall rain is full of infinite calm at the moment, but it is pressed in the bottom of my heart and cannot say anything.

The cradle of the wind, in the dream. You explore the orchid and send the wind of language.

The clouds are changing, and they are changing. There is no way to go, there is a road ahead.

Say goodbye for a long time and ask the sky. Smell the sweet, potpourri.

Settle in the evening, deep valley secluded. A bingqiu, frost and sadness.