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At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,

author:Xi Yan Chunxue

Halfway through my life,

Unconsciously, life has an extra ring of years.

Looking back, the scenery is still there,

People are not Fanghua.

Where the years stand,

Flowers are similar, people are different...

May this flow for years, every day, years and years are precious, and every year is still...

At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,
At the snap of a finger, halfway through life, unconsciously, life has an extra ring. Looking back, the scenery is still there, and people are not fragrant. Where the years stop, the flowers are similar, the people are different... May this pass the years,

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