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May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents

author:Bowen Zhang
May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents

At this moment in 2017, Yuchuan's small town dinner, that late night Hebao Expressway, where is the girl who is at night? A canal in the ancient city of Shanyang, a canal of the north god capital, spring warm blossoms of the young nineteen, last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossoms reflected red. People don't know where to go, peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze! The mountains do not turn and the waters turn, and the children of the rivers and lakes see each other.

May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents

Spring flowers and autumn moons are the most beautiful, the feelings of youth are the most sincere, life is like smoke and clouds, it is hurried, we must cherish it well. Time never stops, bringing us all our years, and the wind and clouds in the sky are changeable, and only the love is long. Good flowers are not often blooming, good scenery is not often there, don't ask me where I came from? I am the spring wind and silk rain. Flowers it can only give to the beautiful, true feelings it is given to the sweetheart, and it is a sunny day, spending a good full moon to sing this dynasty.

May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents

Hurried yan ji tobacco tree, Tongzhou Wanda's brothers and sisters, Fengtai Metro's reunion of the deceased, Shandong brothers' latte coffee, several times dreamed back to the past life and this life, Yuetan Hotel's Yuchuan xiangyin... Ask the world, what is love, orthodox life and death? The sky is south and the north are double flyers, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Rejoice in fun, parting from suffering, there are even more idiot children. Junying has a word: The clouds of the thousands of miles, the twilight snow of a thousand mountains, only the shadow goes to whom? Hengfen Road, lonely drums, desolate smoke is still flat. Summoning some souls, the mountain ghosts cry out in the wind and rain. Heaven is also jealous, unbelieving, warblers swallows are yellow earth. Throughout the ages, in order to stay for the rioters, they sang and drank bitterly, and visited the Yanqiu.

May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become dependents