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The Bright Moon Is Fragrant Then The other side of the water you sing The bright moon is fragrant then The past of mortal world, get drunk Parting in a dream The bloody cuckoo cries in the cold window I'm on this side of the bridge Look at your wind and frost scattered all over the floor I just want the tall building Zimo Broken my intestines and replenished your intestines It's still me. It's just a name change. It's just a name change. Thank you for waiting. I am moved to tears. I'm off to write// 17Favorites914Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Mess Hu Laifeng. This is a mountain. There is a bandit village in this mountain. The bandit village is called Hu Laibang. But the leader of this bandit village is not a mortal. This is a congratulatory article, just stop where it should. I really enjoyed it when I took it out and read it again, so let's continue writing. What I can't do in the mortal world, I'll take it to the fairy world and see. 1Favorites576Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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One Hundred Scenes of Nianhua-Qianzhoudream Holding flowers and snapping fingers, smiling, white clothes floating. This man left me on a thousand continents, and I have been dreaming and sleeping for hundreds of years. What comes slowly is Qianzhou's singing. Who exactly lives on the island at the end of the world? Maybe, it's not human beings... This is the first Danmei I wrote. I really liked the name and person Bai Jingqi, so I took it for my own use. It was very unethical. That's it, please look at this past. 1Favorites691Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Old Acquaintance Under the white snow, it is warm as spring. —Favorites444Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Twilight Cold Misty Rain One of the short story collection "Hand Plant Collection" A little lovesickness turns one year old, but there is no romance or tears. For many years, Qing Gaolou was drunk alone. Looking back, I can see that Erlang recited the same song at that time. —Favorites391Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Story Grandpa Under the lamp, read an old prayer. "I wish I had more butter on the bread." There is a forest, standing at the end of the world. Eleven white-feathered swans flew over, and the little girl slept in the net, clutching the linen clothes in her hands; there was a child in red clothes and red hats on the ground, carrying a small basket, walking on the way to her grandmother's house; what passed her was a wolf with a sinister smile, a beautiful white-skinned girl, and a miner as short as a child be —Favorites782Clicks/ch—Nutrition