The sunset glows in the sky, and the sea water turns red. Who am I? Every inch of soft intestine is full of pink tears. The willows on the stream bridge are thin, the peach blossoms follow the flowing water, and the grass is smoked and the spring warmth is unforgettable. Tears are flying down the cheeks of the lover, don't let your lover shed tears in vain.
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Bi Xin, the writing is very good! ! I really want to see the development of the story later! ! !
Bi Xin, the writing is very good! ! I really want to see the development of the story later! ! !