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The fifth part
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Bianshui flow, Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yueming people lean on the building.
I have been in a coma for more than ten days. Although my face turned from white to red, I didn't see the people in bed wake up.
Waiting is just a boring confrontation with loneliness, and he is boring and waiting silently.
"Your Majesty, the emperor summoned." The army has returned to Beijing these days, and it's time to show his face as a coach. Finally, he lingered on the face of a beautiful woman. He wants to be the first person she sees when she wakes up.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. Tonight, it is the carnival of the warriors, and the palace is full of wine.
The singer in the hall danced, spun and cried sadly. Sprinkle a beautiful light ring, leaving a silence.
Lips parted slightly, and she sang: Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
"Why didn't my son come back to see his father after his victory?" Ye Di's sly eyes are leaking. ...