Scattered years across the coast, gently lifted the skirt of youth.

Full of self-righteousness when I was young.

In the era of petty bourgeoisie, $ TERM came to power

I use autumn poems to describe the silence at the end.

Personality signature:-Why are you talking nonsense more than the advertisements of Hunan Satellite TV//?

Don't pretend to be NPC's deputy in front of me Actually, you are the class representative. ※ "

"People who run away in slippers, I think, are people who let the soul set out. Perhaps, the spark of life will be produced. "

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

We accidentally bumped into each other's youth, left traces unconsciously, and then moved on.

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