In the spring, the wind is blowing, the flowers are blooming on the street, and the flag pavilion is drinking wine. Don't say that I have forgotten the past and have no intention of laughing. You only see the green willow branches on the bank of the blue stream.
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I love this feeling so much! ! ! I love you so much author! ! !
I love this feeling so much! ! ! I love you so much author! ! !