Sentence: There is the gentleness of a cat in her eyes. When she was very light, she occasionally waved a cat fist, which was as light as a feather and hardly needed any weight. At this moment, any smile can quickly mature at any time, so I tiptoed to give a whole plate of fish a little tenderness, and I awakened the clue that I loved her for many years. The specimen of the butterfly is like the carefully preserved wind. I said, no matter how brilliant and gorgeous the fate is, it is only those that have already roared by. Please come in and enjoy my sad test. I was too headstrong before and was constantly replaced. It turns out that young people can cut it so cleanly. In the world from 16 to 9, there is no line in my heart. Dear, it's not love that passes by, but the sadness that I can't be appreciated alone. He ordered a past tense that day, and always felt that her poems were all about the background of the port. It's like my salty shadow and some outdated worries. Such metaphors are quietly copied in unexpected places, and the air-dried vows are written in the lyrics. We are singing loudly to each other in a position that is not easy to corrupt. We will eventually fall in love with the lyrics: fireworks are easy to cool.

The bustling sound broke into an empty door and destroyed the world.

Cold dreams, a few books in life.

If the default is life and death, etc.

Waiting for the cycle of annual rings.

How many floors has this pagoda broken? Whose soul did it hurt?

The pain went straight to the door and a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait for the turn of history.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gate is covered with old roots.

What echoes on the slate is waiting.

I heard that you are still guarding this lonely city.

It's us, the rural flute in the suburbs falls on the edge of Nomura and takes root.

Listening to the laughter of youth, I envy many people

That history is too tender to write.

Fireworks are easy to cool and people are easy to separate.

And you asked me if I was serious.

A thousand years later, who is waiting?

And how can the history of the Qing Dynasty be untrue?

If you are experiencing a past life.

Follow the world of mortals and my wandering life.

After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple listens to the rain and looks forward to eternity.

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