｜Preface - Flowers｜｜
The happy dream of flower stories is born at the beginning of the virtual year.
The end of the world has become a wilderness, and the world of great love has become a blue other side.
In the Opera House The sky that resounds through the sky always takes off when the boy is sleeping, all the way to the south
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\> the gentle breeze of February of that year blew away the girl's illness
\I stood firm at the intersection you walked
\" Read a lover's poem The beautiful marriage in the world is written and written
. The confession is filled with regrets taken away by time. The missed dreams scatter like smoke.
The painted heart lamp is like an unknown tree
. Growing on the tail of the end of the years. Filled with my passionate words
If you fall in love with the beauty of a good time, you know that
That raging voice is heading towards your passionate summer
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◆ The vines twine the trees. °
The flower bones are dancing in the cold current and the tiny flowers are trembling. The sea breeze blows in your face and drops the fragrance of the waves season after season. The vines that are entangled towards you are wrapped in your warm body. Flesh and bones are connected.
The world was as still as ink. The window sill that had been covered by the setting sun a moment ago suddenly darkened suddenly, and the night wind brought a slight coolness when it blew by.
Perhaps I just need someone to reach out to me when I am loneliest. Maybe it doesn't matter whether that person is you.
At that moment, perhaps what we met was that short-lived love.
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Damage the painting.
Injury to the painting. Continued
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◆ Girl's Disease °
I draw your eyebrows, beautiful bones, and exquisite clothes. I will decorate your room with snow-white carpets and long lonely windows. I turned off the lights late at night and looked at the neon signs outside the window. In my dream, I saw you coming against the wind, taking my dead goldfish with you. Like a beam of light, you can't see the direction it came from. I have to lift my head hard to look directly into your blue eyes. Fish fossils. Many years later, a wealthy businessman appeared in South Bay. He often looked at the sea and told the children about the crabapple trees he had seen, with tears streaming down his face. He always spoke in a low voice to the sea, like bursts of crying. One day, a curious child eavesdropped behind him and ran to his partner with a bright smile, "I know, I know, he is calling Dada Haiqing Dada Haiqing..." Another: If the water is clear, there will be no fish. ---------- ◆ 空谷足音 ° 夏树西风,季节总是如歌般的行吟,低沉却热烈,一如我爱的南方的南。 I always listen to the sharp cry of your peak heart in your warm and passionate chest, and hear the old love songs one by one in your tiny ears. Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny. If you are well, it will be sunny. ◆ Along the Wind ° My city is covered in drizzle and hazy, and the alley I walk through under an umbrella is green. Will the light at dusk be as bright as mud? You always hold half of the red sunset in your arms and express your love for the humanity in the distance. The secret that goes against the trend can be revealed, but the person you want to give it to, does he understand it? There are too many types of mutations, and it doesn't mean he wants them just because you give them. Or, Lang Qing and the beauty buried in the sunset. 花事物故清欢梦 ---------- {尾音} 绿暗红稀出凤城, 墓云楼阁古今情。 Pedestrians should not listen to the water in front of the palace. This is the sound of time passing by. You are willing to be me, the voice and appearance of a few months.
