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Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)

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Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)

The floral fragrance has long since become a code word

I had to be ahead of the curve

Hurry up before the lights don't come on

The stars were still asleep

The wind just gently tugged at the corners of your coat

The flowers on your chest are blooming brightly

It sticks to your heart

Listen to your heartbeat

I stood at a distance

Admire the warmth that is close to me

I'm going to walk over

I wanted to say it a long time ago

Now it's on your hands

I'll be handed it over at any time

I still looked far away

Thinking about going away tomorrow

Some sights

Some tears welled up in the face

How much time will it get wet

Dating Spring

Early spring, at a glance

Flowers are flowers and leaves are leaves

The branches are also handsome

Lay out a round, lead the needle

No flattery, no flattery

A child's face

Pinch a few times, kiss a few bites

Summer is still early

Camouflage and masking

Still brewing

Hurry up and go

There is a grass

Know where my heart is

Above the grass are trees

It is getting taller

A flower

Want to talk to the tree

The clouds looked in the distance

(With some selfie pictures, some are self-raised flowers, flowers will also be old, and the moment of aging is frozen in photos for memories.) )

Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)
Poetry: The fragrance of flowers has long become a code word (outer one)

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