The man riding a white horse is not necessarily a prince, he may be a Tang priest; Not necessarily an angel with wings, mom said. It's a bird man. Stand higher and pee farther. Wear other people's shoes, go your own way and let others find it. I am not a casual person. I don't care about decency when I get up casually, because it is not enough temptation; Men don't care about loyalty, loyalty is because the chips of betrayal are too low ... smart women deal with men and stupid women deal with women. Go your own way and let others take a taxi. The water is clear and there are no fish. Being cheap is invincible! The minimum goal of a college student: a peasant woman, a mountain spring and a little field. In a few decades, we will meet and send them to the crematorium, all of which will be burned to ashes. You are a pile, I am a pile, and no one knows anyone. They will all be sent to the countryside to make fertilizer. People are shameless and invincible in the world. My door is always open, my arms are open = you. I'll close the door and let the dog bite you as soon as you come in ~ I'm not a casual person, but I'm not a casual person. You are the sun in my heart, but it is raining; You are the moon in my heart, but the dark clouds are coming; You are an angel in my heart, but it's a pity that my face landed first ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Seeing you, I have a rumen that can only tolerate microorganisms. It is not necessarily a prince who agrees to ride a white horse. He may be the Tang Priest. Not necessarily an angel with wings, mom said. It's a bird man. Stand higher and pee farther. Wear other people's shoes, go your own way and let others find it. I am not a casual person. I don't care about decency when I get up casually, because it is not enough temptation; Men don't care about loyalty, loyalty is because the chips of betrayal are too low ... smart women deal with men and stupid women deal with women. Go your own way and let others take a taxi. The water is clear and there are no fish. Being cheap is invincible! The lowest goal of a college student: peasant woman, mountain spring and a little field. In a few decades, we will meet and send them to the crematorium, all of which will be burned to ashes. You are a pile, I am a pile, and no one knows anyone. They will all be sent to the countryside to make fertilizer.