2021-04-17 13:55:02 from today

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I'm in a trance. I think of the rainy season and the cold early autumn.

ymmqkbr.cnA bunch of rose Magnolia with evergreen leaves sprinkled with stars.You can even sigh as if you are smiling. How can I draw you sad.

The evening wind kisses the lotus leaves and leaves, leaving me drunk by the pool.I cry the most in front of you.There is no oath of immortality, no constant commitment to embark on the journey without turning back.

The clear eyes like lake water make me unable to leave sight.The person you love most will not be the one you are with.

Those fleeting years, those crazy, those sad at a crossroads, the dust has settled.

ymmqkbr.cnThere were graffiti marks in our dormitory.Many people want to go through this life without waves. A peaceful man is safe even though he has gone through many vicissitudes. Sensitive people will be full of holes when they encounter a little wind. Fate gives everyone the same arrangement, and the choice of how to manage their own life and brew their own emotions is based on their own mind.

The end is to start, goodbye is to meet the sunset is to sunrise. Who am I supposed to show up for? For yourself or for others?If we are all children, we can stay in the same place of time and sit together, listening to those stories that never grow old while slowly Haoshou.

A look at the peach blossom from leisurely several heavy rain across the Castle Peak, not enough to see the dawn fog scattered light red drunk Luochuan. In February, the peach blossom is near the water to see the stream. The green silk twists and turns around the fingers, and the floating life dream is endless. Sansheng peach blossoms are painted into a fan of drizzle. People can't sing the song of Acacia alone. Four sighs the peach blossom enters the dream, cold several nights, the blue lamp burns for you.Time is like water, things are like stars, and many people are going their separate ways. And fate is a magical river, we paddle oars floating in it, heading in their respective directions. There is no agreement in the future, but one day it will happen. It's like a period of the past, a long-standing opera, an ancient book. By the five flavors of fireworks, by the joys and sorrows of the cold and warm world washing, there is still a kind of peace in