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The afterglow of the street is deep, and the wall is far away and the evening breeze is quiet. Whoever saw the schoolchildren returning home was tight, and they walked lightly and happily.

People are idle to dusk, and the lamp moon cup is reflected. Make new friends and listen to old things. Mu comforts and enjoys the aftermath.

Hot pot and wine

Knead us in greasy dishes and chopsticks

Scraps on the table

It's young and ignorant

It's ignorant

It's a shirt and a skirt

It's love letters and lipstick

The building is sighing, the night is sung, and the sycamore grass of the Xishe is windy. Useless lovesickness, useless thoughts, sorrowful pressure cloth two or three.

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