My clothes are wet with tears and full of powder. Four stacks of Yangguan, sung thousands of times. The mountain of humanity is long and broken. Xiaoxiaoweiyuwenguguan.
Farewell hurts and leaves Fang Cun Chaos. Forgot to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow. It's good to pass the music book to the wild goose. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
The flash clicked a few times, and then there was a sound of white smoke.
The girl in colorful clothes singing a cappella on the stage is frozen in the camera.
In the year 00, the sun is half a foot bright.
Xiguang.
Three people were sitting around a round table. The one in the middle was already a little fat. He was holding a stack of copyright agreements in his hand. The famous flower had its owner.
The buyer's eyes were bloodshot and his lips were white.
The girl looked at him with a smile and signed.
The buyer handed her a business card - what happened - she couldn't remember at all.
Winter, plum blossoms in September, cold.
The car door slowly closed, and the new assistant bowed politely to say goodbye.
A half-faced mixed-race man stood at the corner of the street. He only prepared two bullets, and one of them burst a tire. The girl forgot to give him the keys to the theater. She threw herself out of the car window and looked at the buyer in the driver's seat with wide eyes. Blood flowed into his fingers, and tears burst out of her eyes.
Just when she was in extreme pain, the genetic sequence was miraculously decoded, but she couldn't make a sound.
Fortunately, when this work was brought back to China, some said it was nonsense, while others said it was a piece of paper.