Mirror Pavilion, Mirror Lake Park also, the base can be forty or fifty acres, its vicissitudes, the branches are broken, not lovely.

In the meantime, build with friends, the pavilion in the mirror is just formed, the shape is quite large, and the face is dyed. Its main road is embedded with a gossip diagram: Yin and Yang are combined, and the eight paths are born.

Go away, not happy, not as good as the line, but go to the water bridge, see the reflection in the water, all things are born. Its water is oily, like a group of fish and shrimp, endless mysterious, alone and deep, watching from afar.

Go to the filial piety monument, and hide three people behind it. Only the rest of the friends are gone. Joyful and noisy, Yu sincerely remembers.

Later, the small pavilion in the mirror, the bright lights are in the night, and the pavilion is full of bright lights. If the night comes, there is a special taste in my heart. Reading the last time I arrived, I went with my sister and brother, and there was a lot of noise and people's voices. Inviting the moon lamp, burning the heart, double walking, unpredictable.

Up to, the pavilion in the mirror, the roadside, there are many damages. When I was in the mood, I was depressed, and it gradually broke down.

The people of the world, but they don't hesitate to do their own thing? The pavilion in the mirror, the original resort of travel and love, I don't want to fall into such a field, and my heart hurts uncontrollably!

People's hearts are cold, and they are colder than a hundred feet of ice. Intrigue, heaven and earth, unstoppable. The crow horn sheng, the moonlight is cold. The scales are sad, and the tired birds fly. In the dream, the soul has returned. What a pity. For no tears, for being strong, for having, I never thought about it. This tears, this cowardice, this abandonment, is doomed. Returning to his hometown, once people, once things, go with the wind. I never thought that the beauty period, the bamboo horse love, fell into a dream. Dollman, only alone, what to follow, tears sincerely. It's only a sigh, it's only a treat, it's a memory, what a pity.

Legend this remember, remember the unhappy, I would like to comfort the people of the world, cherish what you have, don't lose it, empty sadness.

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