Under a colorful twist rose, filled with the smell of sweet petals and ray trace. Acacia is a piece of paper soaked bright red. I remember looking at the Crossroads withered roses in the flower petals, never reborn Mourning, in the spring rain that I recover the enthusiasm, lit colorful festivals, our story began writing the outcome of past life unfinished two concentric holding sweet dreams, into the light warm heart is pleased to deliberate despite the love of dancing two know each other’s heart, into the fresh into the clean, into the romantic into the atmosphere with branches hug accompanied by gentle flowers smile you fall asleep in the waves break in Autumn night stroking the strings of the Ning Jingqin wandering sword, thin shells clear melodious singing music spread all over the beautiful mountains Lake Mountain and Flowing Water’s swan song, enduring affectionate faithful shoulder to climb down the forehead sword scabbard, sharpening the fight is not easy to pay tempered with the roots of the evening to sing the old heavy footsteps walked, white-haired carrying your hand, all the way before walking to the ends of the earth, wandering wind Related articles: [links provided].
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