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I can't write clearly, I clutch dreams, and I am drunk with spring love

author:Wang Erna
I can't write clearly, I clutch dreams, and I am drunk with spring love

Author: Wang Na

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Time is the wind, blowing up the tenderness of the past. The years are dreaming, and I can't catch the purple and red. In a hurry, it is not only life, but also the beauty of spring.

Thinking of your heart, I began to be ignorant. chatter, you can't solve the lovesickness and become crazy.

I emptied my brain, and you were the only one who remained in life, growing more and more verdant. I look forward to time standing still and everything frozen in the days when we fell in love.

There are too many memories, it hurt very much at the beginning, but now I smile and say if I can copy and paste it again.

The love that can't be unloaded is full of life. Acacia is written into the years, and the gray hair is increased. After saying that I left 10,000 times, I still can't leave, I just want to walk with you. Interpreting dreams in time, tears in my eyes.

Once encountered, it is eternal. We hugged each other in an extraordinary way.

I can't write clearly, I clutch dreams, and I am drunk with spring love

The apricot blossoms of that tree are stunningly beautiful. It can't withstand the warm east wind, and it also falls red. Yesterday's dazzling, today's emptiness, life seems to have fallen for a journey. Fortunately, there are begonias indulgent, elm peaches are lovely, and cloves are even more enchanting.

Which flower is the spring dream you promised me? It is not as good as your love, which makes me feel heartfelt.

It's simple, but it's different.

"Drunken Spring Order".

The stunning apricot blossoms and pears are delicate, and the warm east wind is also red.

The cherry blossoms are light and the begonias are thick, and the lilacs are enchanting.

I can't write clearly, I clutch dreams, and I am drunk with spring love.

and tears, each born separately, and added sorrow.

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I can't write clearly, I clutch dreams, and I am drunk with spring love