Millet on 2008-7-31

Silly poetry. Wing King Festival

Plum blossoms who remember Luoyang Building, snow and yellow sand eventful autumn.

The drum three watches urge a hangover, and the cold clothes are detained with a smile in September.

The scholars on the golden platform are worried.

There is no song "Leek Dew" in the guest world, and Wu Hook is untied in the rouge shadow.

Poetry ...... The process is painful, but the power of resentment is powerful \>_\

…… In fact, I don't care so much about the days of being away from the world, and coming to the frontier in a snow-white body is exactly the eventful autumn of the country. Sometimes I heard the drumming of the barracks before I woke up, and I often laughed at others on the days when I gave winter clothes and didn't return home. People in the temple are still worried about the fate of the monarch and the minister, but they only need to think about how to survive the fight in the border pass. I am a guest in this world, so I don't care if anyone sings an elegy when I die, but the farewell of the morning and evening in the fireworks field is worthy of me.

In the end, he rolled all over the ground and asked his stepmother to hurt the surname of the wind......

And poems by the shade

There is a dangerous building in the shadow of the orchid, and the building is in autumn in the spring outside the building.

The splendid frost maple has been drunk since then, and the hazy butterfly dream is for whom.

The three more still think about the three lives, and one word adds an inch of sorrow.

The author is merciful and begging for laughter, and you should know that the alias is gloomy.

I'm not resentful, I'm calling it ridicule!

There is a dangerous building in the shadow of the orchid flower, and the spring outside the building is brilliant, and the building is cold and autumn. The frosted maple leaves are like drunk from then on, and in the hazy dream, I can't tell whether it is illusion or reality, who is staying so stupidly? The third watch didn't sleep in the middle of the night, thinking about their three lives, and every word added new sorrow. It's ridiculous that you beg the author for mercy, you should know, her alias is the desolate parting hook.

I actually hope that my stepmother loves me......

Finger, Gu Zi is really naïve!

Millet:

…… T_T silently burned paper for the wind in the corner

Draw a circle, and all the grievances are recorded on the PP of the stepmother's baby

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