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Life is a fragrant flower Carton Of Cigarettes, and flowers bloom unintentionally. Life is a drop of clear rain, rain and rain are silent. The flowers spit Shengxiang, the rain and fragrance have been honed for many years, and the heart has been cultivated into a lotus flower. The heart is like a lotus flower. It is not for seeing each other. It is only for you to ask for this love. Past lives, this life, the afterlife, you always owe me a look back in the cycle. In the rain and red dust, I walked the lotus for you. That moment is the most beautiful beginning of life. You use the persistent pen and ink to scent the faint grass, and you fill the lonely heart city with long and deep affection. Who is it, blowing the dark fragrance of the world, but also my life is cloudless? Who is it, smashing and smashing the blush, comforting me, arrogantly laughing in the sky? Can you see the strong cow, that is reluctant, pretending not to understand my words. Can you see the Tsui Liu of the bridge? It is the style of you. If you are drunk, you can see the butterfly at your fingertips. It is light, and I am quietly telling you the heart. Can you see the red lotus in full bloom, it is ice-clear, I hope that the first glass. Always in the breeze and drizzle, taste the cleanliness of the magnolia. Always in the spring, feel the depth of the sea. Always in the distance, listen to a fairy tale in your heart. Always in the midst of the rain, a holy lotus flower is the imagination of the heart, what kind of wisdom it has, what kind of feelings it has, can wait for March, can hope for April, can Let the loneliness of May be able to portray the rain of June as picturesque! Your pen is Andersen's fairy tale, your thoughts are Beethoven music. The world is at the end of the world, and the dusk is so beautiful. Under the Bodhi tree, the magnolia blossoms, how many wonderful blooms. I seem to see the poet's eyes and wisdom. In the poetry of the graceful poetry, I danced and sang in tears to see the flowers and flowers, and flew red over the swing! I think, is the flute of the flute, is there blood, reddish the thoughts and fascination that flutters in the night sky? In a moment, the lips of the dynaqin are red, lingering in the depths of the soul, the rain is falling, and the tenderness is scattered. When the emotions are in the air, the flowers and flowers are all poems like snow. Because of you, I read poetry. Because of you, I read the sea. Because of you, I only sang in the pasture of the soul. Because of you, I walked in the rain with a kind of leisurely indifference, and turned those broken hearts into the most warm and romantic scenery. Even though the time was old, the sea and the sea, in the whistling and shouting, life passed through the desolate wind. And endless silence, in the right place, show the colorful color, show the richness of water, open the most gorgeous, the most fragrant flower, open the most abundant, the most clear heart of the rain. I am salvaging melancholy in Lake Mochou Newport 100S. I carved memories on the rain stone. My world has rain every day. A little bit, a drop of joy, even a non-speaking look, is full of life and rain. Looking at the soul through the eyes of the rain, the original mind is so pure and transparent, standing in the wind, waiting for a dream. You, crossing a bright moon, into the rain, shallow Jiangnan. A drop, a drop, a drop of raindrops fall down the stone steps, such as the harmony of the wind chimes, clear the moon. The mountain is listening, and the clouds are flying. Flying snow shakes pears, purple smoke puts cockroaches. Looking back, I am looking forward to the sky. Past events such as jade are not fragrant. The flower is the fragrant smell of spring, the warmth of the fire in the winter. Rain is a brilliant lightning in the night sky, the shore of the waves in the sea. The flowers are fragrant and the rain is falling. A sincere, cross the sky. Many past events, from the pupils of the night, lingering, the charm of the spring blossoms. Facing the blue sky and facing the sea, I am immersed in a broad mind, I am obsessed with a pure white friendship. I really want to make my emotions into sweet raindrops for you to taste; I really want to graft my lush heart into your lonely tree; I really want my blood to float into a red hand and wipe you off. The tears in the corner of the eye; I really want my blushing name to grow into a flower to fill your heart. I saw Qingshan more charming, Qingshan see me should be. The wonderful thing about life is that everything is possible for a long time Marlboro Cigarettes, and it��s a year��s song. The giving of the years is so continuous, so the gift is added. Cherish the fate, fly over the red dust with you, drunk to see thousands of flying waves, kiss three thousand flowers. Endless life, life, season, life
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