Original title: Except the flowers bloom is not true. (Because too many people say that this name is too literary and they don't want to read it. Sure enough, are the literary and artistic parties in the world extinct? -_-!)
The following is a snippet of time, I don't want to enter it by mistake.
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She lingered under the tree again and again, with peach petals falling on her lips. When she raised her head, she seemed to touch the coldness between someone's lips. Little did she know that this tree was her life.
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Nine beaded curtains hung down from the edge of the man's crown, covering up the emotions in the eyes behind him. He opened his mouth, then waved his sleeves and said: "My daughter's crime is unforgivable, just do it to her!"
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He raised his hand to touch her face, but his fingertips were extremely cold. He almost made a sound, but it was drowned in her tears. Only then did he realize that her tears were the warmest thing in this world.
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"You are a special man." He opened the 13-fold half-moon fan and looked at him playfully, as if admiring a landscape painting. He couldn't bear to look at it, but he loved to have his name on the tip of his tongue. (I guess I won't tell you that I am a rotten girl)
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The Pavilion Master nodded and asked, "Are you really ready?"
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The cover of the new article will be put up as soon as possible, but I am unable to name it.
Wenwen hopes you will enjoy it! It's an honor for you all, so I would like to send you a message: oh~my dear! (↖(^ω^)↗)