The spring breeze blows all over the trees and flowers, and the white vermilion is as light as a yarn. Falling flowers are ruthless, people are affectionate, and affectionate people make the sky old.

The sound of insects and frogs laughing, the clouds swallow the fog and the water curls. The idlers seem to be leisurely, even if they are riding.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Follow Him to the Collection] 06: Jiaohua * Idler is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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