Beauty is better than painting. Whoever is famous will be given a rose.
The magnificent scenery of spring was blown away by the wind, and the sunshine of Qiong Yao dyed the sky red.
Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face.
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I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I don't know Ljungberg. When the red devil winds up, the world is hard to bully. Beauty rushes out of loneliness and blows away dust. Passion blooms, stretching my pride and looking up at laurel trees. Since then, another rose has opened in my heart.
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Joe doesn't fight for spring, European shadows are like the wind, and the wind and rain send spring snow to meet, several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of infatuation, and sometimes bitter and cold.
4.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred kinds of spells, and the whole city Puwei had more feelings? Laugh at the ending, and the years are like dreams. Rose sonorous, see the rainbow after the storm.
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Roses are fragrant, but lofty sentiments remain unchanged. I have a Qian Qian knot in my heart, and I hope future generations will come.
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Cold ling is alone, ice beauty in adversity, brilliantly unbeaten. Today is a shame, vowed to snow, forget your dreams and make good arrangements. It's not too late to rest on its laurels, and then laugh when you are invincible. Don't forget the heroic spirit of that year, and the hurricane came back. Wanzhong Guanshan was heroic from the beginning.