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Carefully,
Pinching a bouquet of roses,
It has thorns,
Blood red color,
Maybe love,
Like a clear breeze and bright moon,
Clanging,
Walk in front of you,
You turn your head, generously,
Will be the corner of the eye all the light,
Threw it all to me.
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The wind comes, with thoughts,
Drifting to that flower,
It feels so close,
But it's so far away,
She's blooming with beauty,
Did you know that I'm in,
Thinking of you, pretending to be lonely,
More fragile than anyone,
Love between the rainbows,
sparkling,
Guarding that oath,
Why not, I'm in,
Remember,
I sang a song for you,
I love you
Every day I am,
I only hope that
The next time we meet at the intersection,
There is a blue sky,
And the company of the white clouds.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="36" > essay</h1>
Blossom the taste of love,
Oh my beloved,
O man I miss,
Are you thinking of me too?
Last night I dreamed of walking hand in hand with you between the fields,
Blue sky and white clouds,
There is only you and me in the world.
Floral fragrance, butterflies flying,
Is it love that makes everything beautiful?
It is said that the woman who has love is a poet,
Then I would like to compose the most magnificent psalm in the world for you!
You see the willow branches are green, the peach blossoms are blooming, the apricot blossoms are blooming...
Do you smell it?
It was the fragrance of love.
You are elegant but gorgeous,
You are ordinary but noble.
You come with the footsteps of spring,
And slept in the arms of spring again.
Beautiful apricot blossoms,
You're in love with Spring, right?
Dancing for it brilliantly and dying in his arms.
Chun,
Do you also have apricot blossoms in your heart?
Otherwise, how could the death of the apricot blossom take you away?
You and Apricot Blossom are in love, right?
Endless waiting and waiting only for that brief reunion.
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Look up at the night sky, the stars in the sky,
All kinds of creatures are greeting the night in their own way,
The noisy flies of the day, the bees have disappeared,
The song of crickets rises and falls,
The performance of the Mosquito Dance Team also kicked off,
Without the hustle and bustle of cars, the warmth of the sun,
Some are just insects chirping frogs and the soft and weak dots of starlight,
The quiet years are good to say that this is the time,
Even the pompous and mischievous heart was silent,
O man under the stars,
Are you listening to and appreciating the beauty of nature like I am?
Or have long since entered that sweet and beautiful dreamland.
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