Crystal, like to recite the song of long hatred in one breath, Granny Hai always appreciates it. Pen, fun, pavilion www.

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info crystal often thinks of a person in my heart, sometimes it is very real, sometimes it is not concrete.

She thinks the future has infinite possibilities, but she doesn't know what it looks like...... What is in the distance?

What is love?

Also, love - when I think of this, I will have a faint heartache...... Why is it that other people's lives are ups and downs, but their own lives are not turbulent and uneventful?

Why do everyone else have family members around?

And I only have one Granny Hai?

What was your life like before?

What will it look like after that?

Why do you seem to be on the boundless sea where you can't see the clouds and the waterways?

It's just that so endlessly drifting around, with no fixed place to live?

Why don't you have love and don't have a heartbeat?

Why, I seem to be living in a vacuum?

Why do my memories always fade quickly?

Every day is a different impression, those impressions are like the beach where the sea rises and falls, the water passes, the sand walks, the water passes through the sand and the sand is quiet, but it is no longer the original love and hatred?

Her memory has Fusu at the foot of the ancient Great Wall, her memory has the ice river of Jin Ge Iron Horse falling into a dream, her memory has the horror of the collapse of the Great Wall with sadness, her memory has the carefree and amorous third prince of the royal family, her memory has Dinghai, the lingering of the mirror flowers and the moon, her memory has the coldness and warmth of Yi's Dragon Pool, her memory, there is the Tsinghua scholar who ordered herself to travel through history under the window, dream back to the Tang Dynasty, and the heroic Tsinghua scholar throughout the ages, her memory has too many good and regrets, but her memory is just the surface of the air floating and floating, there are little bits of wonderful and unforgettable pain, but it seems to be a disguise, I can't find my own step-by-step steps from small to large, and memory.

Think, think, want to break your head, remember the ancient city of Langya like a bird that can fly flowers, immobile elves, bamboo forests, clear springs, golden yellow, silver-white and red firebirds!

Red belly pocket, white earth, dull twilight drum and morning bell, that's right, in Dali, in the Cangshan County Ya that is deeply lurking in the restoration of Jin Daxia's magnum opus?

A dragon mountain, a phoenix flower?

Guo Daxia, he is on the top of Huashan, asking: Who am I?

Ouyang Feng is practicing toad skills with both hands and feet?

Brother Jing is still there, what about Rong'er?

Have a little dragon girl?

Qiao Feng and Azhu?

Wang Yuyan Murong Fu?

Linghu Chong?

Yue Lingshan?

Li Xiaoyao?

Ling'er?

Nu wa?

Is it an ancient wilderness?

Is it a cold and warm underwater world?

Embrace the swaying water?

Heart palpitations and pain?

A vague shadow, a voice kept calling, and a clear name blurted out: "Brother Yi!"

When Crystal fell off the bed with a thud and woke up the nervous Granny Hai, she was frightened and hurriedly ran over, wiped the sweat from her face, patted her chest and said, "Thank God"

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Xiao Cao, no, it's crystal, she also patted her heartbeat that was about to stop, and told Granny Hai: "I dreamed of love!"