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5 September, 2019 at 6:22 am #112196
Where is the silver moon, where is the Milky Way, but it is only a short-lived one. But in my eyes, it��s the same, but it��s the willow branch. I��m alone in the night, I��m holding my fan on the gallery, looking for the way, in the dark night, a red lantern gently Shaking, the light in front of the eyes, flickering. As soon as I counted it, I counted it to the 18th. I saw the word “small” on the lower edge of the lantern. “I whispered.” I simply sat down under the lantern, leaning against the railing, closing my eyes and meditating. I didn��t always linger in my dreams under the plum tree. The English was covered with land, and the plum blossoms were by her side. I refused to fly to me. I saw her in the path, and my time was amazing in my world. That one is graceful and graceful. Just one back, it has made me crazy. Her catching a few more flowers on her plain clothes, the red is dazzling. 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Daddy, her wrinkled brow stretched out and looked happy, and seemed to get the answer. Zhu Lips lightly started, just said a “I” word, I saw a large group of butterflies do not know where to come out, rushed to her in all directions, and scattered to all directions, with the falling plum, flying all over the sky. When I realized the enlightenment, I found that the one that I had pinched in my hand was empty. I was busy catching around, trying to catch something, but finally, spreading out the tight fist, a butterfly from it. The butterfly that flew out of the butterfly… Just like the butterfly in front of you, the whole body is white, only two or three points of red are in the tail. Two or three points Dan I woke up from my dreams and saw the butterfly flying in front of me. Just, no, the butterfly in my dreams flew forward, the farther and farther away. I am busy getting up and chasing it. Passing through the heavy corridors, crossing the winding path, you can’t count the red light, just to find the dream butterfly, the breeze, the willow, and the Taihu stone. I came to the back of the plum blossoms, only to think that the beauty of the beautiful scenery is not far away, wrinkles and thin Marlboro Lights, the butterfly can see that I walked quickly, but found that at the bottom of the Taihu Lake, there is another mysterious machine The box is placed at the bottom of the Taihu Lake Cigarettes For Sale. And the butterfly is stopping at the box. I put up the box and opened the box. I saw the picture lying quietly. It was a scroll of axes. I opened the axis with suspicion. In an instant, the doubts were eliminated. It was replaced by incredible. In this painting, the woman painted on this painting is not the one in my dream. Is it true that she is really there? I still dare not continue to stare at the painting, forget the situation, and unconsciously caress the painting. Yu Yan on the. My heart is thinking, whether you are a flower demon or a fox fairy, come into my dreams, stir up my spring thoughts, but now, I only ask me to look at a painting and take a break, and slowly follow the butterfly to the lake. On the side, I looked at the broken face of the lake, and I looked up. It turned out that the willow branches were provoked by the wind and kept hitting my face. Unbearable to look back, tears, people can not rely on each other. I have been ignoring the twilight years and taught me who I want to stay in the spring. “I read the ink on the painting. I want to come and hang around with the lamp. I am folding the branch from the same person. I put it on the tip of the nose and sniff it. My beautiful woman, I don’t know if you personally book it.” I am afraid that I have lived up to this spring. I don��t know if you have ever dreamed of it. 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