When they met suddenly, they were confused.
To avoid lovesickness, put on your fur and walk out of the bright and quiet house.
The cold moon peeked through the path, and the dead branches were written with lovesickness all over the snow!
Looking back on old travels, the mountains are countless. The bottom of the flower is deep, where is the rich gate? Half-yellow plums, a curtain of rain in the evening. The soul is broken and the spring is about to pass.
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