The cold years have passed, and there is no day to see the sun.

There is a shortage of jade in the sky and sea, and there is no light to see the township.

Soul? Tired?

No heart, no tears, no flowers and no fruits, no traces of fallen leaves.

When the teak trees are dense, the green grass under the shade can be vaguely seen with bamboo horses.

With a little crowning, the love of green plums is gone, and the two ignore the young man's ambition and only centrifuge.

One person has a small heart, and he keeps it a little, but it is a pity that he is empty, compassionate, and difficult to forgive.

What happened to the two, but the two know each other.

A person suddenly cherishes a young bamboo horse with deep affection, he is cold, follows thousands of miles, unity, from the origin.

In fact, the other person's mind also wanted to be at the beginning, but the time has not yet come, and he thinks about it.

The crowning thing, trivial and happy, is all archives during the period, cherishing treasures.

The things of youth, the separation of hearts and promises, are half of the fate, precious memories.

Who is without fault? Gentlemen and sages all have hidden words, only change them and get the sacred heart.

The two teenagers spend mutual childlike fun, although one has saved, one is enlightened, and they should continue to be young and carry each other.

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