Open in early spring.
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Mind shaking, in
Add some fresh sounds to my letter.
The eyes in the sunrise borrowed a way.
The scenery is smoky and low-key, like a waking watercolor painting.
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Hanging waterfalls with light float on the growth line of the mountain forest.
Wear red and slide to branches and vines.
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The heart is as light as the wind, and it opens at will in early spring.
Trees that lean forward and look far should be put
Emotion, perception, from skin to bone into the warmth of the years.
Magnolia entered Shi Tian's homepage, holding high the badge of life.
On the day of walking, a long rope was pulled up and many prayers were dried.
Footprints come and go, and the long journey never stops, beating every inch of land.
The blue trees in Tiantou are rolling, eager to plant young crops in a large area, with a thousand acres.
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The stream flashed across the stone bridge in the bamboo shadow.
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The soul jumps on the hillside, like a transparent sun.
Slowly and evenly spread with the air, slowly
In tune, Mimi overflows her ribs.
A thin stream flows southeast with a smile.
Flash across the stone bridge in the bamboo shadow, creating the shade of MengMeng.
Calm down, read a book and chew your thoughts into Zen.
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After color matching, the peak value will rise and fall.
Idle flowers and weeds, regardless of length, are scattered in Xiugu Hiraoka.
My heart is melodious, and the partridge sticks to the arc and takes root in the sky.
The jade butterfly falls on the delicate yellow in spring, striving to strengthen the aesthetic feeling of a painting.
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◎ Lines trip up clouds.
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A wide range of feelings spread out in time series.
It rhymes well and it's real.
It seems that the response of our ancestors has swept through the air grandly.
Although far apart, you can see tears burning.
When I turned around, my feet tripped over the clouds on the ground.
Step by step, I approached the gentle Yang in the depths of my eyes.
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Looking at the breeze, it goes without saying that sorrow and joy are like a long river.
The fish are jumping, and the wreckage of the ship is still rippling.
The levee stretches, and the citronella still sticks to its original position.
Spring scenery sticks to the window lattice, Su Langwei is euphemistic and graceful, and turns to life.
Face curled up with a smile, a bright glance, floating on the left of the wind, the right of the wind.
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◎ Soft.
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Pick a sunset glow
Decorate a long street, decorate
Human language enriches your mind.
In this way, will love be congenial to the market?
I've always wanted a song that can go straight to my heart.
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The spring water is harmonious, and the sailboat sets sail in front of its own door.
Barriers, soft mist, hazy birds, and
Me, in the latest arrangement.
Take part in this farewell in luxury.
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The starlight is floating in the evening breeze.
The faint fragrance of flowers moistens the delicate feeling.
A woman with weak hair paints a little cold as a gentle feeling.
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◎ Shallow singing is anchored on the core of a small blue flower.
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Choose a quiet period.
Cut under the eaves
There is a cup of hot tea in the center of the ancestral square table.
Crickets play the lyre and their hearts beat gently.
I seem to be reading something, and I am the only one who is full of paper.
Standing near the contact point of history, such as the willow shadow on the bank of the Yangtze River.
Holding a handful of thoughts, belonging to the high-altitude territory.
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The sky is like a curtain, like that.
Slow-paced scenery, elegant expansion, no boundaries in sight.
Pure and shallow singing, anchored in the snow-white core of a small blue flower.
Like the breath of spring breeze attached to a certain moment, like a novel.
The winding clear night, from ancient times to the present, floats everywhere.
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Talk to drizzle
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Through the cracks of time
I asked about the sky and cultivated dust and sand.
Cut and paste the faint rhyme into the soil.
Like a bowl of rice wine, it ripples and dips into the meat.
The blood vessels are swaying and the seven holes are fragrant.
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Looking back, Yan Fei's delicate wings grew from sentences.
Brought a string of folk songs and jade piccolo.
Closer to the mountains and rivers, it illuminates the vast calligraphy of Cao Chun.
Cuckoo caresses the bud just spit out by the soul with all kindness.
Emotional bushes, crawling all over the wilderness, talking to the drizzle.