Author: Wang Na
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Time was fast and pulled me to run mercilessly. The years are affectionate, and the gray hair grows and wrinkles.
Thinking stagnates, but the years remain. In life, how many springs are brilliant in life? Flowers will bloom and fall. Life will be prosperous or dull. The unforgettable memories that I once thought would not be forgotten will fade little by little. The other side of vigorous love is actually speechless.
Wake up early, and it's hard to fall asleep with the quilt in your arms. Accompany the time to dawn, and listen to everything begin to move. The laziness that was fixed on the bed also began to be unwilling. It turns out that there is also a amount of time to lie down. I can only go around indoors when I get up, and I want to have spring as soon as I push the door, but I am stranded in the sky pavilion.
Life is going around in circles, but people's thoughts are circling in circles. How to live, how to live, how to love, how to eternity?
Let go of thoughts, and a heart will not be rippling. Love is not a dream, love is not far away.
You've asked questions over and over again, and I can't answer them perfectly.
On days when the wind is hidden, read all over the spring flowers. After the surprise, more sadness. Thousands of purples and thousands of reds, but in the end it is not as long as green love and longevity.
"Falling Flower Order".
The falling flowers don't know the warmth of the east wind, and they linger on the infatuation. The new trees are slanting everywhere, and the old faces are not visible. Desert grass is the end of the world, all do Yunhuan.
In the middle of the night, there is a shallow wind to enter, and then there is no sleep. I brushed the acacia again, so embarrassed.
If you want to see Jun Huanjun, you can only return to the lovesick letter.
The heart is pitiful and timid, and the thoughts are far away.
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