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Glass windows, willow treetops, crescent moon, wandering clouds, let's talk about this night

Let me tell you a story Follow my memories Feel the beauty brought by beauty during this time period Listen to a mortal melody tactful, wonderful Also beautiful.

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I don't know why I opened this book I always recite the word "dragon" silently in my heart I don't know what to write. Leave it alone for now

One night my friend Lao Lu told me a story, saying that he met me after he resigned from Samsung. He went to a Taoist temple for a few days for purification. One day, he was above the spiritual platform and under the slanting moon...

Art is a slice, a slice of time, so there are not many artists, and I am not one myself, because I didn't notice... The glow of the sun that day was reflected in the lake, the bustling people on the shore, behind a certain shot, a face disappointed by the composition, turned around and stubbed out the cigarette butts and faced the sky again, a person walked in front of him, the person who had broken up with his ex on the phone in a coffee shop, a female voice was stranded in my ears, and the female voice was groping for the tone, I helped her.