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Love is the grave of marriage. Is Xiao San a grave robber.

huandima.cnFlowers have passed, and I in a hurry time without reason to miss the flowering. Always think that those scattered fragrance is the flow of love, is the most beautiful motto of Chinese New Year. Until no trace of youth can be found between the eyebrows. I know that many pure favors in the past have been returned to Liuguang. Is it true that when everyone goes to the end and sweeps away the dust, they will lead a life of nothing? Maybe then we can get peace in the noisy crowd.The clothes on the Bank of the independent River don't feel cold. In the light of the evening breeze, sadness shimmers on the river.

The most lonely dusk conceals the sunshine. It is said that the autumn water is dust-free and the autumn clouds are careless. The flourishing age of mountains and rivers in this season should be quiet. The autumn lotus is still there, but it's just in bloom. And we don't have to be determined to clean up the dilapidated landscape, because time is still flowing with pride. Always believe that all things exist with a mission, regardless of ups and downs have their own strength. Since there is a fixed number of things in the world, we should spend our time calmly and enjoy the sceneryLife is like a dandelion, seemingly free but involuntarily. Some things are not care about, but care about how to do their best.In the vast sea of people, every day we are performing or watching the story ending of joys and sorrows, every day we are repeating the meeting and parting. Different people come and go in our lives, we will have different feelings. The only thing that is the same is the warm feeling when we meet and the kind of nostalgia when we leave.

Don't turn the past page if you don't turn it over. Dust will make you crazy.A flower from the other side blooms for you, whether it can bloom for you.

I hope you are the air flowing in the sun, which is flowing in my chest; I hope you are the sunshine pouring in the air, which is warm with the autumn wind; I hope you are the maple leaves dancing with the wind, which bring the scenery of late autumn with red light; I hope you are the changeable white clouds in the sky. Open your eyes and look up at the sky, you can see your figure.

huandima.cnYou are the cool beer in summer, you are the wind passing by the skirt before the shower.Let me have the most beautiful time to meet you in the verdant youth.

This summer, you finally see that I am really good to you.The silent courtyard of pink butterfly's deep dressing.

Who are the flowers falling in their hands.The purest I die in the old days.