2. Looking back at the day when Tolin Temple first met, it was the world of mortals.
The past is a dream buried in my memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are tears of missing.
I believe that a beautiful life is an unspeakable elegy, which overflows the loneliness in my heart and has already turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note this season.
Next year, when you leave Amb Lee, you will meet a young man who will take your place. Maybe the trench coat he wears keeps you from seeing the 17 stroke on his hand, maybe the scarf he wraps keeps you from seeing the knife marks on his neck, or maybe the hat he wears keeps you from seeing his long-lost hair. Will you stop to see him just passing by? They say that Zhang won't feel pain, so do you think it will hurt when he leaves?
6, say good, you kill people, I abandon the body. I did these things naturally.
7, see but not see, what the heart sees. Reading or not reading, the mirror is full of flowers. Eating color is also true, virtual Wang Hongchen. If you wait and see, the dust will start to disappear.
8. The monotonous and dreary air suffocated my young mind and wrapped my flying wings.
9. Xu Putao, if I am an ashtray, then you can only be ash. Because I love you.
10, a week is not long, but I miss why it is calculated by the length of time.
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12, the sun will still rise tomorrow. Can we meet at the corner?
13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, the heart is slightly moved, but the feelings are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
15, who finally let the string break and the flower fall on the shoulder, blurred.
16, a few worries, speechless. Who will send the breeze and the bright moon and leave the capital empty to bury flowers? When I met you, plums cleared the dust first, and the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy. A piece of pure white and delicate snow propaganda, like flying flowers and smoke, gently knocks on each other's hearts. Deep in the Millennium Hutong, the wind returns to the bamboo language, and a glance under the umbrella of 24 bones looks like an old friend returning home. From then on, I fell in love, September, and fell in love.