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Write to a former youth

Time at home is the best harvest. If you don’t know, if your heart doesn’t come, how can you understand whether it is the broken shadow of time or the wandering blood, it is all the paintings of the soul, the taste of description, wonderful and open-minded. The beautiful dream of life begins to struggle. The steps of learning condense the wonderful brightness because of the expression of the soul. The glorious thoughts shine on the sweaty eyes. The expression of expression of the expression of the eyes of the eyes, and the expression of the expression of the face of the face of the face of the eyes, and the understanding of the paintings of encounters, a understanding, a thought comes from thoughts, and a thought comes from the promise. There is a world on the road, a hometown in the heart, a blessing, and a light written to the past years--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The health of reading, the classroom of life, burns the sunshine in the heart, it is the vividness, it is this youth, which records the passing years of thoughts, the fate of love, the grace of separation, the tears of separation, the sound of falling hearts, tied to the flowers at the table, bringing the progress after meals, it is that myth, the legend, and the beautiful legend, the accumulated years, the attached soul, painted a lot of colors, and the condensed resources are the stage that cannot be interpreted again in this world, and the lyrics are still wandering in the heart, the thoughts are still rolled up in the dream, and the writing of struggle begins to organize reading.

At that time, my heart was beating, but my thoughts were not tied to the makeup of the future. The records expressed weave a lot of joy, and the condensed beauty ordered more appointments in dreams. The thoughts in my heart are the road, the fate that walks with my heart are the dream, the love that walks with my heart, read a light singing, recite a cup to look at each other, raise the cup in my heart, and think of the past door of my heart, do not analyze, calculate, and can not draw, but weave a lot of steps for the future. Many memories, and turn to other corners, have the joy of the past, laughter, and bitterness. Looking around, I smile slightly, the world is so wonderful.

The scroll of thoughts rotates the brightness of the heart curtain, the sound of footsteps is the blood of the fallen ink, which is the love that cannot be shouted out, the smile that cannot be bought, the expression that cannot be greeted by laughter, but look back again and again, I miss each other for a long time, but at different times, I ask the heart that has protected the past, the feelings that have been Luo Mo, the thoughts of the heart, the thoughts of the heart, the strangeness that cannot be obtained in the future, the time to avoid is that cannot be harvested in the future, reading in the heart, health in the thoughts, and the accompanying thoughts.

Life is rich in all kinds of paintings, Lingling's love is so free and gentle, and respect is spread in the beautiful city, a beauty, promise the sunset, the sky is spring in the heart, and the night is awakening in the dream, coming and going, the scenes, the ticking journey is so sunny, and the thoughts and admiration in the heart are vividly expressed, the color of the pattern is the dedication in the heart, which condenses too much effort, shines on everyone's look back, describes the struggle of the direction, is love, gives the heart a beginning, love, gives the way a truth, gives the world a love, gives love, and gives love.

It doesn’t count time, not remember the eyes, the future is fog, looking back at a deep affection, woven paintings, describing the shiny one by one, recalling the past is coming and going, the clothes of the sun rise in my heart, the robe of the shadow is warm greeting, the moment of moving becomes a young man, a youth passes through a beautiful look back, reaching the shore of longing, the clear mood changes the harvest in my eyes, the bright four seasons change the harvest sun, love once asked, the year once made people, meet every step of the scene, all in my dreams. (Article reading: www.sanwen)

The sunset cherishes the time, life falls, squanders thoughts, turns the heart, warmth goes with your heart, cold paintings fly, look back step by step, look at reality, change your words in your heart, look at the same time, look at the road and look down, then you once knew that your heart will grow up, dreams will change, and your future self will also adjust the face of your soul, and the way of dealing changes the journey of departure, the words of inquiry change the wake up in the dream, curiously displaying and visiting many directions, whether it is confusion or health, is the battlefield of harvest, because of departure and response, it changes the adjustment of your mind.

I once asked my heart, but now I have thoughts. Xu Lai is truly in the world. He is kind and affectionate, love his father and thinks about his heart step by step. He cherishes the passing years with both red hearts and tears. He thinks of the strings of the piano with both fruits and loves the sunset. Don’t let down the dream of the sunset, and cherishes the table after the dawn.

In lovesickness, the years pass, I have read the sixty-year-old man. I don’t know who comes and goes, but I have tears flowing several times. The warmth warms the heart. People are thousands of miles away, and the heart is close to each other. The year is over. When people keep the earth in front of me, they laugh, and laugh again. I look back at the young. I look back at the three words. The old man was young first, and then I know the arrival of others. The experience of the zodiac is buried in the dawn. People don’t know, but my heart once looked at it. I cherish the viewing of the scenery when I parted. The tower is deep, the mirror is far away, and the misty flowers is beautiful. I don’t know the autumn, but I laugh at the warm winter. The cold wind does not know that they follow others, but the ice and frost are warm and the wind bridge is warm.

When the banquet is on the stage, how do you look back? I wake up and have no laughter after a thousand years. When I wake up, I wake up in the dream, cold and light dripping, walk into the dust, and accept the wind and moon, the rainbow still shines on the dawn, think about life, walk into the prosperity, go into the night speech, mumb deep affection, good times are still the same, who can point the road of the past, thoughts, leave people cup, words in the gathering and separation period, heart does not know, thoughts are related to things, time is wrong, spring memories pass, dreams leave, crying and thoughts stay, walk on the bridge intermittently, water does not know people flow eastward, but people know tears into the sea, vicissitudes and brightness, love is everywhere, three points pass, seven points leave what is left.

I examine the east wind, ask about the rain, people walk thousands of miles away, good times are close to each other, like shadows, who is watching the building with shadows, the years pass, thoughts conquer the wild, dreams for thousands of years, tears for thousands of miles, thoughts and tears for every step, crying, life is like this, dreaming of Nanke, the shadow of the lake, the mirror in the heart, thinking of the pear blossoms, thinking of the frost, when the winter snow is outside, the cold is inside, warmth does not shine, but tears are still there, about three points, seven points, who can weave or make a date, cannot weave separation, reflection hangs on the willow shade, looking back at thousands of lights, the night rain is thousands of acres, and the tears are deep and thought of one person, where does one go, how can the east wind shed tears to wipe the mirror flowers.

What to say, talk about separation, the dream of pear blossoms continues in the south, wind and moon, the broken shadows under the rainbow bridge drank in the sky, dreams are one side, remembering, who will cry? The dream bridge has passed, good time, whenever you agree, I will not raise, a drop of thoughts drink the world dream, flowers last year, change the thoughts and double hanging, cover the stars, block the brilliance, painting sweeps away the traces of the heart, but don’t know, but when there is a love, you can see the words in the dream, parting hook, follow the soul, meet the hook of the best, care about the heart, thin the heart, cut the tears, the good time has not seen the heart, talk about the pipa, it is difficult to see each other, when will it be bright and shine in the good time?

I know that it is difficult to see the shadows as before, and I have lost the water when I look at the flowers and walk on the bridge.

I couldn't cry in the mirror, but the ending was in a deep ditch and the sea was gone.

The flowers and waters are filled with clouds and weeping, and the frost is hung up after thousands of years.

Remnant thoughts are connected with tears and sadness from others, and remember the passing of three thousand passers-by.

The shadow of the Epiphyllum mirror is like yesterday, and the dream is broken and the heart is rubbed against Nan Ke.

I didn't see you and looked back at me, but I remembered the old look and thoughts.
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