Time runs at your fingertips

Consumed your youth

Consumed my dreams

The poetry of loneliness

It's spring that is ruthless, and it's snow that is too urgent

The early years of waking up, the pond of dusk

Frightened

But the flowers are gone

A season of prosperity and decay

Everything in the world is changeable, and a stream in front of the window meanders away, taking away the dream of flowers and the thought of falling leaves. It was only since that day that Mr. was emotional, and his life was still warm with the wind.

The sun does not hesitate to cast brightness on the earth, and thoughts caress the beating fish with the warm golden sun. By the pavilion, the lotus flowers are blooming brilliantly, "the flowers of water and land, plants and trees, the lovely ones are very rich." Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemum alone. Since Li Tanglai, the world loves peonies very much. To love the lotus out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be seen from a distance and can not be blasphemed...... Lotus love, who is the giver?"

"Yes, yes, the predecessors chanted so well." The delicious sour plum soup is very refreshing, "Vegetarian Plum is more than a bully, this flower is in Yaochi." Who feels ruthless and hateful? When the moon dawns and the wind is clear. "It's strange, how could I have such an idea, hey, unprovoked annoyance." Inexplicable sorrow, youthful heart, idle hatred. "Hey, isn't that Brother Rixuan, Mr. asked me to practice calligraphy at home, and he-actually fell asleep."

Just as I was about to wake him up, an idea popped up naturally. "I don't know if it's a different taste to paint this scene now." So, be careful, for fear of waking someone up. "Girl, you?" Hahaha, I don't care. After speaking, Langqian's figure was like a swallow passing by. There is one more stroke, and it is done. ”

Just when I felt a sense of accomplishment for this, my wrist was pinched, oh my God, I wish there was a hole in the ground at this moment, but ...... So—in the cool breeze, a girl closes her eyes and looks generous. However, the face of the initiator only changed to the appearance of a little cat.

"Don't, you wipe it off." "Humph!" The boy didn't care.

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