Many years later, the city of Chening was destroyed. I no longer remember how many times the flowers bloomed, but I still remember the way he chuckled while holding an umbrella.
Many years later, I suddenly realized that what I was waiting for was just a dream without destiny...
Cloud songs at sunset, morning flowers and dusk dust,
The words are not finished yet, they are all sent to the fragrance.
The branches are covered with frost, and everything is in order,
The beauty is vermilion, and the bright light returns to the old days.
The city of falling snow is broken, and a hundred years of mortal world have passed away.
Say a few words, and the tea will be fragrant during the dinner.
Narrowing eyebrows and telling stories, Prajna is like this,
The beauty is gone, why?
"You don't know where love begins, but it grows deeper."
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Actually, I am here to congratulate my husband on his birthday. It is a short article. It seems that I have been busy recently = =
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