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15.06.2019 09:05
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Chaoyang is quiet, Zhongqiu is warm, even if the years are like a shuttle, things are human, I am still waiting for you as you first saw, in the veins of the leaves, the story of a tree is written, the thin pen is exhausted, the light Ink dyeing is a dream. Falling red is not as good as the thoughts. I met at the deepest red dust, and only because I saw you more, I had no room for change. So life and commitment to guard, plant a half-acre flower field, you will be accompanied by a sloppy time between each pilgrimage, occasionally a little lazy, unruly autumn wind, walk so leisurely, sweet and fragrant osmanthus fragrance Marlboro Gold, pleasant, Sleeve, the thoughts are a bit swaying. Your shallow silhouette is staggered in the bottom of your heart, and you are thinking about swinging. A Bressanon heard the thoughts, and read and not read. You have always been in my words and loved the seasons. The lavender roses will turn a little bit of heart. Feelings of enthusiasm, enthusiasm for the willingness to read, a letter written full of thoughts, but delayed to send out, afraid to disturb the quiet sly, autumn, dragging a long skirt, so gentle to my smile, you sent Angel? With your breath close, you can calm down my inner uneasiness and no longer be light, and Huahua will pass away. The dusty heart can't bear to cross. In the old alleys, the dry grip is cool and the autumn leaves are not embarrassing. The night danced wildly, and the star language flew into the air, and suddenly remembered the love of Acacia. Lightly conceal the tears, the wind and the snow make the silence Marlboro Lights, add a bit of sorrow, faint miss, will cut you and me into a light, silently count the other side, the night is no longer alone. Take off a cloud, write down my mind, fall into your eyebrows, let Novo remember, love no longer stranded. Send you a frame of wind, with a little shyness, light, lazy, that is my full expectation, whenever the night is dim, I make a wish to the meteor, see the shadow is hot, the dream is colorful, That is the moon bay you sent me. Passing through the Red Dust Inn, I was intoxicated with a picture, leaning against the railings and stunned. I don��t know who is in front of me, I��m drunk before I��m in the water, I miss you, just as I saw you at first sight, I hope that the years will be quiet, and I will smile with you and leave a heartfelt sorrow, half-thinking about the moonlight, like the night of the water. A little bit cold, your city, scented with cinnamon, but your heart is awkward. The cloud slept, and the lonely, silent my eyebrows, the autumn thoughts are speechless, the thin shadows are stunned, the water clouds are in front of each other, the rain is sunny and sunny, the fireworks are flowing, the warm season is borrowed by the wind, and I am waiting for you. A song hits the cymbals, love also learns to whisper, stunned expectations, the money returns, your eyes are still so embarrassing. The feelings are eternal, taking advantage of the whole time, the mood of the dream is sorrowful, I am willing to use three fireworks to change your confession. Inviting the sky to a touch of blue, the shallow past is planted in the nib, occasionally the breeze passing by, holding a wandering in front of the flower, the wind and snow is too romantic, I did not expect, just with no regrets met, placed in the bottom of my heart, Then I read the faint dialogue Wholesale Cigarettes, let the thoughts go, no rain, I was drunk, drunk in the morning in the slanting sun, drunk in the shadow of Su Lin��s shadow, half Bodhi, only a floating world The scene is clear, so I love your smiling face. The poetry under the oil-paper umbrella, the alleys, the love of the world is only for you, the acacia has never been colored, and the heart is like a glass. You said, I will not give up in this life, I would like to accompany you to see Jiangnan rainy thoughts climb the branches, live in the clouds of Acacia filled the alley, I opened the white wings, took over the gentleness you gave. Naughty, only in your eyes, keep quiet, pick up your toes, just to be able to touch your shyness. Look, blushing cheeks, with the imprint of the heart, hey, staying through the world, separated by a fireworks, silently let the sorrow at your fingertips, the shadows are so far away, secretly miss the lingering dying, stop without speaking Look at the hustle and bustle hiding in the corner of the wall Newport Cigarettes Coupons, count the autumn wind to pick up the loneliness, dip the feelings of the lonely, but the heart is painful. Time is like a sand between the fingers, not slipping away from the traces, empty, and some people have no time to turn back, it is already far away, no other. It is also the season of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. I still remember the old and elegant, magnificent and warm, full of swings, thick complex, was dyed with a trace of concern, are you okay? In the years, a half of the city's smoke sand was scattered, and the long lines of love were smashed, and the dark scented shadows fell through the window with a glimpse of acacia. I looked at the window and stared at the stars, but did not grieve. Listen to the smoke and rain. The thoughts of the end are as light as the glass, and it is clear Newport 100S, is it the sound of falling flowers? I was disturbed by a frame of wind and picked up a memory. I would like to collect it properly. I will be companionship with loneliness. I will make my thoughts in the night sky no longer so thin. I like quiet and dust-free. I wait alone to enjoy the time. The traces left by you, the memories written in the eyebrows, and the inscriptions that are inscribed, are not mentioned, but they are remembered. Autumn colors are open, those words inlaid with you, in the corner of the red dust, compose a gentle rhythm, melodious, not sloppy, then read the red maple leaf, the autumn word into a song, life through the gap of the sun, and I miss the carvings, the years are lingering, the story is bumping in the time, you are still my unchanging promise |
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