"When I get my smile back, it's when I find my lover. He walked slowly with his head down, a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It turns out that finding is the beginning of separation." He was a little bitter, but he still smiled.

The past, present, and future, how many people can distinguish it?

When the murderous king who is walking in the right steps will appear, in fact, no one knows. The Killer King has the ultimate killing technique, the ultimate killing technique, which is the result of a path of no return to hell. The most terrifying thing about the Killer King is not the killing technique, but the momentum. No one dares to face the murderous king with momentum.

If affection is a kind of sacrificial warmth, then maybe love is a kind of joy of dedication, and love is probably a kind of mystery, in this kind of mystery, there is hopeless kindness, such kindness can stop the catastrophe. Eternal love is an unsolved mystery.

Life is beautiful, but the process is hurting.

When the world has time and space, the beauty of life begins. We are happy, we are in pain, and the dance of life that flies freely is so mellow and so fragrant.

One winter, a farmer saw a small frozen snake on the side of the road. The farmer put the little snake in his arms. The little snake slowly woke up and bit the farmer.

"Why did you bite me?" asked the farmer.

"If I don't bite you, I'll starve to death. Dying of starvation is much worse than freezing to death. The snake replied.

"The problem is that if you bite me again, you will bite me to death, can you bite me again next time?" asked the farmer.

"Then we'll hang ourselves and don't change. The snake replied.

"Good. "Four fingers hooked together.

He took a funnel and fished for shrimp in the creek. A green snake slowly crawled out of the grass. He was so frightened that he smashed the funnel directly at the green snake.

"You Laipi, I said I could bite you again. The snake stepped back a bit, screaming.

He scratched his head, "You were wearing a green dress, and I didn't recognize you." ”

"Are you scared of my bite?" asked the snake with a wicked smile.

"Sort of. His face flushed, "You just keep biting." ”

"Hmph, I'll bite you next time. The snake twisted its tail and walked slowly.

, with a hint of imperceptible badness. Thoughts can turn into poison. Devotional prayer is the beginning of the reunion.

Thirteen walked in the middle of the road, with a long roar on his back, "Salute to the Empress!", tears raining down.

, longing will turn into poison.