Pulse after pulse.
Are hesitant.
Yitiaolin middle road
In the whole process of tourists walking.
Generation after generation
Enjoy not knowing Shu.
I was one of them.
Why do you feel that grievances are like complaints?
Good drinkers always return to empty pots.
Desire is like dust.
Half a hundred poems buried in the body
No, it's two walls.
Zhihu, Zhihu.
I don't know the age of the world
There are already countless leaves.
Wudaoliang mountain peak
The footprints of predecessors have become a road.
who is it?
Look at that high platform.
Boys and girls are so shaky.
Suddenly, now is eternal.
Think before and after.
Which romance is not buried?
Life is bright.
Dead as a river
Climb high and see a cavity of blood.
Laugh at the sunset
Before the cold weather comes.
Make one last effort
Everything must be adhered to.
Zhihu, Zhihu.
The sea smiled.
Let two lines of muddy tears flow
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