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There are many stories worth recording and worth reading. Many people, many lives, have become stones on the ground and flowers on the treetops.

The moon is round and round, and waxes and wanes again and again, but they will not get separated, they will only meet again and again. ? The moon was full, but now it is missing, but she has been thinking about the previous one. ? Liu Ming, you don't know, I have a lot of roses, so I won't give them to you. I know that roses are a heavy burden for you. I can carry them myself and enjoy them secretly. The world she was not very happy with. Wan Duo couldn't help but walk towards the boy playing the guitar with the rose in hand. The sound of a guitar does more than tug at one's heartstrings. One of the dreams of a seventeen-year-old girl is to get into a university, a decent one far away from home. Jiang Lin, if I have to tell you something, it is that I have seen you through flower branches. In my barren past years. ? He can look boldly. But he didn't dare. He looked at the dim clouds and wanted to talk to Wu Yijuan. Just the two of them, quietly. Wu Yijuan, I hope that everything I want you to have is what I give you. Zhouzhou, I was going to jump that day. But I met you. Zhouzhou, I'm so lucky to have met you that day. Wu Yijuan, return me to the past, return me to a dream.