Listen to me calling the spring water cold, and see if I turn the green field Yellow. Who says that Qiuxia is worried, and the smoke waves the forest field
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How are you now · · · · · ·How are you now · · · · · ·
They haven’t contacted for a long time. Suddenly one day he called, gently saying how are you now?. She took a deep breath, said it was good, and then kept
EncounterEncounter
Follow the music, let the mood flow freely for a while; Gradually, it enters the meditation Thinking carefully and measuring carefully, every day seems to be the same: there is
Love, no distanceLove, no distance
Out of the door, there was a cat on the corner, which was very beautiful in black and white. He often lay on the window and took a nap in
Wind stops at Autumn Water, I stop at youWind stops at Autumn Water, I stop at you
[Introduction] you said that you like sunshine, sea and flower fragrance. You appreciate the words flowing with faint fragrance in green hills and clear waters. You appreciate the sweetness of
Love, no fairy taleLove, no fairy tale
Every girl is her own princess, but before the Prince brought crystal shoes, they were still Cinderella; Every boy is her own Prince, just before the princess kisses them, they
Woman on fingertipWoman on fingertip
Sitting quietly in front of the window, staring at the rolling Nanshan Mountains in the distance through the curtain, like a green dragon with a desire to take off lying
A Bloom, a loveA Bloom, a love
A rain falls, a meeting. A Bloom, a love. Love begins with meeting. Inscription the autumn color follows the footsteps of cool wind and walks through the lips of Jiangnan
Dear, eat slowlyDear, eat slowly
Sitting in the seat, the leaves tasted the delicious meal slowly, and the husband just stared at his wife with a smile. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the leaves are chewed
Hold your hand and go to a feast of flowers and snow in the red dust.Hold your hand and go to a feast of flowers and snow in the red dust.
I want to hold your hand and go to a feast of flowers and snow in the red dust. — Inscription Open the memory of yesterday, I still clearly see