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My favorite flower, I am my favorite flower. I often think like this: day, night, dream.
People who know me and strangers walk on the wide road, and praise comes to me like the air that is indispensable for breathing every day. I was a little timid at first,
Gradually become a habit, a demand.
Every year, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Listen, time is running out. Remember time.
One day, yesterday. Tomorrow, tomorrow's yesterday, people often think so. My favorite flower, I am my favorite flower? I always think like this: day, night, dream.
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The season of winter jasmine
It has already become a butterfly feather.
There is only one golden camel bell.
Because I am obsessed with the immortal legend of Loulan.
Forget the cycle of seasons.
Avoid a glimpse of the beautiful eyes of the flower god.
Blooming among the lush branches and leaves of the Spring Festival.
Jump, shine, surprise
A reed flute comes from the south of the sea of clouds.
Holding the ribbon of the daughter country
Sanskrit sings in autumn leaves and hedges.