I don't know what the future will be, only by insisting on going on will I know, since I have chosen such a road, why bother with how far can I go? The plum blossoms of the waxing moon are already blooming in the snow, and the taste of Mei Fang is still at the end of the nose, what else are you thinking? Proud in the cold incense, first turn yourself into a favorite look, the road is long, the sky will be bright. Winter has passed, spring will not be far away, insist on firmly believing that as long as this winter passes, everything will be safe. Good night! #Today's Headlines # #女性 #
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