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Maybe that heart-rending thought can only bring sadness, just like the cross of love is bound to one's body, every tear is a record of pain, and every mottled trace records the hard work of love. The dream is as if it has long become an unknown, and what permeates my heart is the faint pain. I can't do it when I want to be calm, I just think about it in an empty room. The longing and unattainable thing is like a moth in my heart, faintly corroding my heart, I am like snatching that bitter love from fragmentation, igniting in the ember of love.

I can't think about the end of my life. I'm going to catch it in the tunnel of time, like the bat that flies to the beams of a house, smells a wisp of dust, and stains dreams. Thoughts are like pulling a bond in the fog, soaring in a vacuum, flying out of a psychedelic way. The owl's eyes are always on the go, for fear that a heavy blow will ruin his reputation. To appreciate the scenery behind you, you must first appreciate your closest people, keep walking, keep thinking, just like finding the gap in love, and go your own way. Leave warm thoughts, can't erase the beauty of youth, the wisp of thought in the center of my eyebrows, is you. No one can dig it away, no one can take it away, it is like a root in my heart, the root of love.

Twist a petal of beautiful flowers, and the sleeve is warm with a wind. The feeling of a spring breeze is really refreshing and natural. Just like the burst of fragrance is refreshing, there is a fresh desire to pave the way, and look at it refreshingly. I want to wash away the dirt of my heartache, but the reality makes me very depressed, just like on the road of tears, there is a kind of heaviness of the name, which is superimposed on my heart. I want to walk in the bright sunshine, but the reality makes me think so hard. The loneliness in love is more important than anything else, I am like a bird that has lost its kite, flying hopelessly, not knowing where to land and where to nest.

The ups and downs of acacia are like the fluttering of dead branches and leaves, the warmth of the cold wind, only by tasting it yourself, there is endless acidity. I want to sit quietly in that beautiful love, but the rushing mood can make me quiet, and I can't find a quiet place in the confused love, and I can't put my mind at ease. It's like separating us from life and death, I don't dare to cross it, let alone cross it, I can only endure the painful torment by myself. Seeing your flower-like beauty, I can only salivate, but I dare not hang the curtain. It's like a torrent of storms, hitting my heart again and again, it's so painful and sour. It's like smelling the fragrance and shyness of your flowers in your blooming flowers, and seeing your budding appearance, but you don't dare to pick or pick them. It's really hard to get to the sky, and it's even harder than climbing Mount Tai.

Your graceful fragrance seems to flow in my eyes, and I seem to think and hope with all my heart. It's like feeling that there is a touch of beautiful love in the love of life. The constant beauty of the scissors, growing like the ebb and flow of the tide, is like watching the love of the clouds and clouds, and the lighting is laid out in the essence of camouflage. It's like you're wandering through my camouflage paintings, outlining your beautiful love. You pick up my green in that no regrets, and give you a smile of love.

Grab something, it will make you think about it, and you will be like a beautiful flower arrangement. The beautiful fragrance of flowers always blooms in my heart, just as all my expectations are in that beautiful flower, so that my floral dreams will never be defeated. The love of life is originally a beautiful trip, I am like on the bright earth, smell your wisps of pleasant flowers, lurking in the flowers of that beautiful years, is so often undefeated, one Yi eternity.

Enjoy a cluster of beautiful flowers, watch the branches swaying and swaying, and the drunkenness in your heart, how can you be calm. I am your beautiful person, and everything I have belongs to you. The simplicity and complexity of life are rendered in front of your love, you are not my stranger, but a confidant of love. We live in indifferent love, guard in silent love, there is no deliberate change, there is no regression of wonderful, only the uncut splendor, laid out in the heart of love. Your pure floral fragrance is so intoxicating, and the stamens you love are so delightful. You have given me a beautiful time, and I promise you a warm time. No matter how many years, my thoughts about you will never change, just like holding your warm hand, and relying on each other forever.

Everything that runs through the stall of love makes it become a persistent thought, a lovesick thought, a lotus shadow for you, floating and swaying in the lotus pond of dreams. The innocent infatuation, the desperate love, is like telling in the words of my poem. A look back, a look, is destined to a lifetime of beautiful love entanglement, just like the love story engraved on the seal of the Borneo, is so inscribed, hard. The dream is like the moonlight, flying out of the beautiful fence of the soul, in the hazy of love, perched among the water and grass, rolling into the dew of lovesickness, rolling down into my thoughts and hopes all night.

Love to the depths, people are lonely. You are my gentle and beautiful pain, you are the shadow of my Bodhi tree under the moon, watching a Bodhi flower fall, and I promise you to hold each other's hands.

Love in winter and summer, love in spring and autumn, love in the beautiful appearance.

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