Dao Xiu a white pear flower

OK OK,

If it doesn't work, it's okay,

All the way to the dust,

Pick it up lightly,

A dead leaf,

All over the veins,

Shining through the sun,

With a soft sigh,

Forward,

Roll up the wind and dust,

Chasing the sunset, and the breeze in your ears,

The yellow wilderness, as far as the eye can see,

fiber single reflection,

But it fell,

Lost innocence,

Lost loveliness,

It turned out that a different person had already changed,

Looking up,

Unchanging, yes, reddish sunset,

Turned

Illusion and reality, like water waves,

A drop of crystal,

Slipped

Melt into the palm of your hand,

The shallow ravines,

It's really not young anymore,

Row, row, line,

If it doesn't work, it's okay,

hehe

"A Dream of Vicissitudes" Taoist Xiu is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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