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The dazzling moonlight night reads the charm of the season, the beautiful mind paints the magical legend, a beautiful love is presented in the expression of the sunset, watching the once flowing water, blossoming and leaving the tears bright, brilliant rainbow In the back of the coast, the poems of the past are still dripping in the tears of the lake. Whose heartless paintings the direction of the dream, once the most beautiful, the face is dripping wet, the pride of the open is still proud in the sun, who is the tears? Dancing Newport 100S, whose emotions are still so emotional, now I am, goodbye and goodbye. Recalling that only the place where you feel the white space, you can't draw the ending, the hands covered with dust, the moonlight with a little bit of whiteness, just seek the silhouette of the future in this silent voice, whether it is affection or not. I want to cherish Online Cigarettes, all the memories of this year are the seeds of time, but the buds are forgotten that the result of maturity is death. The loneliness of the night, the moon and the moon are speechless. A person is like a street lamp in the dark night road. No passerby will notice its existence, but it willingly provide the passers-by with a light in the light, and the sun will wait for the moon. Dream, take a trip to Acacia. In my dreams, I released the blue-winged bird. Where will I go from here? Some beautiful accidents, warm and fascinating, mysterious dreams, filled with colorful expectations, gorgeous, sly, brilliant, is the moment of the meteor, the tail of the corner of the eye, sprinkling sporadic delusions, the script of the movie preset The romantic bridge in the screen, the fragile thoughts, the tears in the happiness, the traces of the wet, such as the shackles of gold, reflecting the traces of a wound, the mist of the year fades away, the light is like Reincarnation, longer Marlboro Cigarettes. Looking at the parents' white eyes, the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes fold up a lot of wind and frost, and the backs that gradually linger in the long river of time are straightforward. Low first eye, sincere prayer, let me accompany you through countless months of lack of moon, fate stranded, as if that year, hand in hand through the field edge of the rose, the foot fell into the winter sunset snowy year dream is Qingxi Yinyue . The dream seems to gradually brighten as the years go by and the experience of life increases. Just like the bright moon in Qingxi, it is more clear and beautiful. No need to touch, no need to fully possess, gaze at the water, it has always been beautiful in your heart. "Or tomorrow, or in a dream, I will re-read my favorite. I am alone, and I am moved by all the wind and the sun." This sentence, now, I am so kind. I have regained the dream that I left when I was young. Dream is the burning of hope in life. The dream is to hope that the power in the future will be filled with poetry and painting, and will eventually win the sunshine Marlboro Lights. Picking up the lingering rain, watching the vicissitudes of the wind with the wind and the air, the elegant and gentle past of the clouds, sitting in the flower of the years, indifferent to the life, to the time of the green, let the days be beautiful, never forget that Whose fascination has fallen, and the years have smashed the sunset. Countless days and night
