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The night fire is too long to remember how to lay it. Is it as the wind blows away, or is it accompanied by the moon? In the warm, sunny February, the green wutongs fade away. Holding the pearl of the night, watch the fireworks and watch the year. The days of the dead of winter are gone, taking away the frost in memory and the past. The roof shines through the shining star spot,

the most beautiful words in the heart of the heart describe who the look? The brow of the jade was the sunset and the melancholy. With the sound of a clear and crisp voice, whose clothes were wetted by the drizzle of rain? In a time of earthly life, a sacred heart seared in its glory, inviting the qing dynasty and the bright moon, to an unscattered feast. You don't come to me, you go and I'm still there. May the years pass by the tips of the fingers. The spring breeze is ten miles, full of peach blossoms. Light and heavy jade foot powder, the flow sleeve several return to life. Dongguo is a hobby, with a bamboo thread. () A green coat is a bad thing. This is a kind of leisurely and uninteresting pose, unintentionally disturbed this earthly world to have my feelings. Look at the water in the south of the Yangtze river.

When the frown is moved, where is it? Is it a place of fireworks or a moon? It should have been the most beautiful season, and it was a time of tossing and turning. If you look at the peach blossoms, who will be the first to die?

March's trumpets are about to sound, and the years of spring are coming. While the north wind was passing through, I was still in the room. It cannot afford to be mean for years, only to be able to keep it safe for the whole life. The earth without wind and snow is warm, and life without sorrow and joy is cold. A song of red dust, a horse and a flying horse, is a secular life. Beyond tall buildings, the world is vast. To be in the wind to miss or to think of one