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Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail to May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. By the memory, the wind and things are written

author:Dongting Wave Moon

Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail

May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. Taken by the memory, the wind and the object of Xiao Xiang, passing on the verses.

Boat racing, river snow. Flag Exhibition. The cry was loud. Gather family and friends, and enjoy the wine. Mo Xiao was drunk and said that QingMeng was in this dynasty. Read away from the riot, and the mind is still to sweep away the dust. Heartbroken.

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Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail to May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. By the memory, the wind and things are written
Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail to May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. By the memory, the wind and things are written
Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail to May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. By the memory, the wind and things are written
Manjiang Red * Five days there is a mail to May Meilin. Positive pomegranate, flaming red. Hanging arrow, cinnabar tap, arm tangled with silk knots. The painting ship swirls the waves and cuts the shadow, and the floating clouds are intended to stack towards the green mountains. By the memory, the wind and things are written

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