Written by a newcomer, for entertainment purposes only.
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The race of the heroine has no ethical values, men and women are not oh, Lei Shenru.
——The devil devotes his desires to vain things.
His life no longer smelled of perfume mixed with white cedar and bitter chrysanthemum leaves.
Are you kidding? This is not a sad article (what?
Government and opposition parties,
warm sun,
Timely rain.
The wind blows through the wheat waves,
Blowing ripe golden ears of rice.
Running through layers of withered yellow that rise above the line of sight,
I don't know if it was sweat or morning dew that soaked my shirt.
She recalled,
One holds itself in the palm of the hand and is afraid of crushing it,
A big hand holding his own.
He stood on the edge of the cliff, watching his past self die. Her death took away a part of him.
Lush weeds everywhere.
Under the bottomless valley, there are broken and scattered sounds
Carried by the wind, it is a song of mourning sent to the north.
There are heartstrings in the human heart, but it is best not to tremble.
Nothing about him belongs to him,
Spring,
Please take her away slowly.
Those things that have never been spoken,
Those who can't make it,
not allowed,
If that is love,
That's so sad.
Concept: What is love?