Ah, it warms your body and mind.
Shake the truth on the branches,
-caressing colorful pain, talking nonsense and trudging.
The bluebird's song softens the wilderness.
Meng Shan's feelings embraced the colorful sunshine.
Warm wind, lifelike, let you and I walk into transparent eyes and ever-changing ones. In all scenes, a thousand kinds of moving and most real pictures, in the ripples of little girls' laughter, generously convey the information inside and outside the mountains and shoulder the beautiful images of reverie. ...
The wind swept over my shoulder and attached to the fallen Englishman.
-as if imagined hanging in the tired sail shadow.
Like the impulse of first love, share the heaviness and romance with me and whisper in my ear.
Keep what? Looking at your figure and sighing.
Remember what? Leave warm lip prints.
ten thousand
kind
Frosty/frosty powder
god ...