217 Spring rain, you drop a drop, he drops, the flowers are all blooming, it's time to talk about marriage, it's so fast!

The wedding wine was drunk in advance. Spring is coming, and we must always face it! In the face of dreams, I always hope that it can save me, sometimes I want to ignore love, put everything away, I want to run impulsively, but I am reluctant to let her lose her fragrance and jade, how many times I want to pursue my life full-time, too much is powerless, since I have persisted for so long, I feel that I have tried my best, and I am worthy of myself.

For her sake, then get drunk! As everyone advises: Be happy, with your blessings, it is worth drinking a little gaffe!

"The Song of Things" poem, additional prose The rain of wine is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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