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Sunlight shines through the glass,
Young figs outside the window,
Stubbornly buried his head in Ye's deep chest.
Black and red calendars are scattered everywhere.
Lazily praying for the glory of orange,
It's like a summer afternoon.
Quiet commotion,
Humble cicada,
A very proud king.
The hourglass is full and shallow,
Lightning tore open the heavy armor of the sky,
Wake up the silent wild ducks under the rocks.
The wind blows the veins of leaves,
I had another bad fall.
A red calendar draws a corner from the book.
Today's song
Today after today, how few today! If you don't do it today, when will it happen? Today is a hundred years of life, and today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Chatting for you (2) Song of Today, please start today.
Song of tomorrow (3)
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! I will live until tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flowing east and the sunset setting in the west.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
Cherish time [writing/wind as snow]
Butterfly dance flower
Beauty is hard to accept.
Fragrant and fragrant
It's hard to find traces
such as
The cold wind swept away the beauty of butterflies.
The autumn wind is fading and the flowers are overflowing.
Every year is also a cycle.
Four seasons reciprocating
It's just that time is hard to keep.
Disappear, disappear
Even recent relationships.
It's no longer fragrant.
There is no trace of the butterfly.
Sigh about life.
Time has passed.
what do you want to do?