[Shallow] A season of love songs and winter comics

The original poster: easy Views: 123 Replies: 7 Posted in: 2013-01-13 19:18:56
A season of love songs, Mo is a butterfly in Zhouzhuang or a passer-by
Briefly writing, the flowers flying out of the pen...
Mo Yan, Suyan Bingxin, simple and flawless
For whom, the infatuation does not change, for whom, drifting to the end of the world...
Only because of that one look back in the past life, rush to stay together again and again, kiss your hairline passionately
But in an instant, quietly Melting...
Qian Xun, Dream Search
The snow in the north of Saibei Why did it turn into rain when it reached the south of the Yangtze River? Is it the tears of a lover? Could it be that from north to south,
Qian Xun, Dream Ten Thousand Miles
also never found the love you accidentally lost...
Lonely Beauty Who said you are refined and beautiful? Who said you don't compete with other beauties?
Light, heart-to-heart
As pale as Qing, as lonely as this
Mochou, the ice on the lake has become like a mirror, and the shadow is self-pitying...
The morning is like blue silk, the evening is like snow, the beauty is old, who can be pitied?
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Qian's time is running out. I came to the forum on October 31, 2012, and 3 months have passed in a blink of an eye.
Qian only has half a year to rest. Half of it has passed! ! !
After resting, I have to go back to work, and I have to go back to the days when I slept 7 hours in two days and had no time to eat every day.
I have to work hard like that for at least three years...
I have to write a novel quickly and finish more than a hundred chapters in three months. Although the writing is not good, I still have to leave something for my friends to read.
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Tragic, in the blink of an eye the break is over, only three months left. There isn't much time, can you give Hua some encouragement? Give Qian some motivation to keep writing.
What a tragedy
Give a flower, the rest is understood without words.
Give you a flower.
There isn't much time left, everyone hurry and give flowers...
What do you mean by that?
Prosperity, a requiem. The mortal world, a cup of bitter wine.
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