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    Have a meal

    ?People eat delicacies from mountains and seas and live a simple life

    But delicacies from mountains and seas are not delicacies from mountains and seas, and the simple tea and light rice are not simple tea and light rice. The snow is like pear blossoms with rain, falling from the sky one after another

    As usual, on the way to eat

    Arrived, everyone is crowded by you

    Food is noisy, food has no appetite, so it is eaten

    We ate it yesterday, we ate it today, and we will eat it tomorrow, that¡¯s all

    play

    Playthings lose their minds, Zhi Xiao

    Playthings are not weapons, no ambitions

    Body

    You look so unreal, I thought this was what I saw after I died

    Your body is like dead vines and dead grass under the setting sun like blood, dying, I toss and turn, but still can¡¯t feel your cuteness

    Pursuing happiness is also pursuing sorrow

    A white horse is a horse, and the night gives light

    like

    I don't know what to like

    Be careful even when writing letters

    The text itself is pale and powerless, it is I who endowed it with the lofty meaning

    Just like, you are originally nothing

    Because I sent you a letter

    Only your soul has a slight fluctuation

    I don't know what to like

    Even people with low self-esteem want to speak

    Language is beautiful, before you

    I am a mute, I can't even make a sound when I feel inferior

    One day when I saw you, I became a nagging nagging person when I was dumb

    Book

    ?Sleeping during the day and waking up at night, I am a man who lives in the dark

    Under the dim light, the room is full of books, all around the pillows, at the head of the bed, at the end of the bed, and even on the floor

    ? Li Changji said that the ghosts of the autumn tomb sang Bao's poems and hated blood for thousands of years.

    ? Tao Yuanming said, when the wind blows from the south, the new seedlings

    Su Dongpo said, pick all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbar is cold

    At this time, there was a wall painting of Superman on the wall, and it jumped out and said: Look, this nerd!

    I stared at it blankly, not knowing how to answer (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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