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Jiangshan Posthumous Collection Text text (Line of War): In a critical situation, we are weak, causing trouble for the party and its treacherous ministers, and the king's salary is exhausted. The cries of the cavalry were trampled, and in the direction of the soldiers' front, tens of thousands of trees were broken and broken, and the plains were covered with white bones. Xiangfan cage is sad, Etan is twilight, Boyan is in Jiankang in the second month. The situation is about to be destroyed, and the situation appears in danger, 28Favorites734Clicks/ch5Nutrition
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Pei Hui and Jun Go to the Golden Pavilion The Qingtai of Qige is quiet and leisurely, and the red scarf on Luo Bian's sleeves comes and goes again and again. The prime years are no longer available, and the high branches are difficult to climb again. Try to visit Luohuali in Fudan and stay among Luohuali at dusk. I fell into the flower garden with you, and a pair of servant girls appeared on the stage. ——Wang Bo's "Falling Flowers" The love-struck love of the past has become an old dream, but today's love affairs are just like the past. 4Favorites198Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Forest of Lies Love is about finding the truest happiness. An and Lu are neighbors. An, who is still in middle school, has always regarded Lu, who is already working well, as his role model, and even developed deeper feelings for Lu during their relationship. One summer night when Lu was on business, An was pushing her bicycle home after class as usual. However, when she walked under the French plane trees where Lu had been waiting when he came to pick her up, An found that she had entered a strange fantasy 1Favorites217Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Baudelaire's Cloister It's not a romance. Note: There is a lot of grafting. There is a lot of grafting. Still short. Can you tolerate it? GO(o｀ε? O) Introduction: When we die, all our memories will be taken away by us. They may be passionate or ridiculous, but in the end they just sleep in the black earth with our stiff corpses. They always belong only to us. And it is they that take up most of our lives as events, and share too many of our emotions as memories. It constitutes our most precious joys, sorrows, and mom 1Favorites159Clicks/ch—Nutrition