His gentle and quiet little wife heard a sarcastic smile on her lips. He never dreamed that one day he would see such a smile on her face.
-"Smoke Change"
Late spring... It turns out that the flowers in late spring can be so beautiful... It turns out that he listened to everything she said... It turns out... Damn it, why are there so many? Why is she crying again? Isn't today embarrassing enough... She panicked and just wanted to find something to cover up: "You, you said earlier that those paintings were not valuable, then I will buy, buy this painting."
——"You can't afford it."
——"Huh?"
He rolled up the drawing paper with his slender fingers and tied it up. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, lifting the hair from the man's forehead. As expected, his eyes were bent again, as beautiful as the new moon on the first day of the new year.
"This is a priceless treasure." He handed over the painting and said with a smile.
--"Li Qiu"
The man was pressed under her, and a moan escaped from his throat, which showed that the impact was not light. He patted her back with his long fingers for a long time, but he just asked in a warm voice: "Does it hurt from the fall?"
She wasn't hurt from the fall, but she was stunned.
The glazed lamp on the eaves of the corridor is burning, and the cool light falls on the face of this person. The face of the autumn moon is the color of spring dawn, and the light shines on the person.
A gentleman is as gentle as jade, and his beauty is unique and unrivaled in the world.
I have always found poems difficult to pronounce and difficult to read, but now I realize that my heart has turned over them thousands of times, but I can't even describe them in words.
— "Whose Cold Clothes"
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