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2. The stars are so full of laughter, rows of tears, biting through the melancholy tears, telling your heart, and the wind and shadows are heard, as if your whispers are lingering in your ears.
3. In the summer night in the countryside, the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, cats catch summer insects under the huge banana leaves, frogs croak incessantly, and we all sit in the courtyard dam of Mill Valley to enjoy the cool, have fun with our brothers and sisters, or listen to adults telling strange stories about ghosts and gods, so we are extremely afraid of ghosts.
4, heartbreaking dreams, parting songs, people dream and think, it is going back and forth, heart circulation, walking so chic, coming so sad, perceiving the picture, knowing the wandering heart, sending it away, not meeting in the dream, seeing it once, never seeing it again, it is the heart, gathering the picture once, tears, and slowly washing away the reunion once.
5. Strolling on the broken steps, whispering like a breeze and drizzle under your feet, finely divided memories turn into a wisp of smoke between your fingers, lingering on your body that has only been eroded by time, and you won't part for a long time!
6. Qiu Lai is far away from me, and his promise has been fulfilled gently, but she is a world beyond his reach in this life. He said: In fact, we are predestined friends. Otherwise, why do you meet me with a smile when there are millions of bodhi beings? She is as pure as a brahmin: gathering and parting is fate. Three feet of snow turned white overnight, only ashes, not resurgence. Preferably for many years.
7, a song of acacia, shooting down a few degrees of red dust come and go, looking at the people who are isolated from me outside the window, how many thoughts, is already a stranger. It is difficult to have a bright moon when burying flowers in the Xijiang River, and the ambition of the twenty-four bridges of youth is not complacent. The lonely smoke of missing is entangled in my dream. How can the years pass before the end of my life? Seeing the beauty smile, tears enter the boundless sky, and there are other feelings in her belly, but the wind and rain have blown the red chamber down. Finally, I have to admit that my youth is still far away. This life is doomed to peach blossom and love to fold branches.