The city of the city one by one AA city buildings look at each other, since the thousands of moonlight and good news forget, sheng song, how much away from the dream of the world.

The pen is dipped in ink and the words are dead, but the words are about the blue sky and Qingcheng, the thought of the previous life, and the blood is soaked in thousands of miles to find him. [AA (author's nickname) is not an ancient, write badly, forgive me, you can leave valuable comments ~( ̄▽ ̄~)~]

The small poem "Floating World" is sent, insist on originality, come on!! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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