A journey of passing years and passing by, watching the flowers bloom on the Moshang, counting the misty rains of the fleeting years, with a slight smile, without saying goodbye, with a perception, without complaining about separation, and interpreting the time that has passed with gratitude.
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A song of pure joy and tenderness, time folds and flowers are green.
Xianchen left behind the beauty in the past, full of mature and mellow fragrance.
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Walking in the world of mortals knows the years, singing and dancing in spring and flowers in autumn.
? The sky is high and the clouds are calm and calm, and the season is thin and cool, so don't worry.
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The ups and downs of the wind and dust have no intention, and the years are still entangled?
The lingering fragrance between the fingers is still there, hold the richness and enjoy the fleeting years.
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Who cares when the piano is silent? Gucheng still makes sad words.
At the end of the beautiful song, I will love you at dusk, and I will never see my old friends back in autumn. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com