Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, watching the silver-colored red wall in the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
——Huang Zhongze
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Hahaha, Tai Rong in Da Da's painting is so cute.
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Hahaha, Tai Rong in Da Da's painting is so cute.
BAKA! ! ><
Another article is finished... Please do some more extras or open another pit right away!
This chapter is well broken and arouses the emotions that everyone wants to read.