The world of drinking is so vague and so clear, like a phantom, like a dream, and when you wake up, you can't remember the beauty and courage, the unruly and meaningless.

Qin Ran drank wine tonight, it was a very good Chinese New Year's Eve, when the zero o'clock bell rang, the best friend was opposite, was lifting the wine glass towards himself, Qin Ran was stunned, also smiled and lifted the wine, hit each other's hands heavily, the two looked at each other and smiled, drank it all, fireworks outside the window were in full bloom.

I suddenly remembered that in the school year, the girl standing in the sunset raised the coffee in her hand at the boy, and her hair flew.

It's not good to grow up, I looked forward to growing up when I was a child, but now that I'm growing up, I miss my childhood so much, I miss the days when my pocket was full of cannonballs, gunpowder was scattered in a pocket, most of the cannons couldn't go off, and my clothes were very dirty.

It's good to grow up, to be able to go where you want to go, to see the scenery you want to see, to buy drinks you want to drink, to eat what you want to eat, but there are fewer people you want to see.

When I see someone these days, she is still so happy and optimistic, so that people can't help but feel happy next to her, like a spring breeze.

I once sang and walked on the snow, Yiren smiled like a flower next to him, and his skirt fluttered when he said goodbye, a song like the wind, and a dance like a glow;

I have seen the temples in the forest, the green bricks and green tiles, the cigarette smoke, the majestic bells of the gods, the clear heart, the green leaves are like yesterday, and the people are still the same;

"Tianya Pen" at the end of the day, at the beginning of the year, is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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