flected in your windo from ylq's blog

Remember, don't remember. I all want to plant a piece of forget-me-nots, flowing, in my heart; yes, no, I want to plant a piece of forget-me-nots, raise a ray of fragrance, in my heart. Youth, I had longed for Hongchen to generate a blast for me, and the prosperity of your eyes could fill my heart. Time is nothing but the outline of your fingertips, gently smearing into a beautiful landscape. I am the beautiful moon reflected in your window frame, flowing around your brows, forming a story about moonlight; you are a cinnabar mole in my heart, and I feel the warmth of my palms through my clothes. Changed in the past few years, the thorny roses in summer, the leaves are green, and the flowers are as thick as the rouge smeared on Yi's face. Countless times, you have dreamed of a rose, and you sniffed it in a vase of time, but you missed the aroma of the full bottle, and your prosperity has gradually drifted away. Fangcao An, waiting for the flowers to pass away, your eyes have been wrinkled in the depths of time, and your mind is darkened. In the late spring, I didn't know it, it was hot summer in a blink of an eye, and I drank a cup of cinnabar drunk. Only in my dreams can I see it. The nostalgic love that passed through the millennium was stranded on the beach for many years. Evening sunset did not fade away, but the moon hung in the sky early. Time, since it has come, it has come, and it has gone, just like the wind, but in the time I look for the tenderness of a word, recite a piece of poetry, have nothing to miss. The years have changed, and the noise has been flushed. I always meditate quietly in the years. I sit in a pot of tea in the depths, quietly, my eyes narrowed, listening to a funeral chant sung by Tong Li. Warm, flowers are easy to see and hard to find, time knows, I know the red dust covered with fireworks, time freezes on the window frame, a smile, a porridge and a meal, the memory is slow and old, ca n��t remember the beauty of the moonlight The dazzling fireworks cannot remember who owed a cup of cinnabar tears. If time can remember it Cheap Cigarettes, it will be a beautiful moment. No matter how hustle and bustle the earth is, I want to plant a piece of forget-me-nots in the mountain beams deep in the red dust mokingusacigarettes.com, and slowly grow up in the poetic mountain beams. When I am no longer young, the face frosted by the wind is not proud of me. His youth is chic once, but there is a warm heart that is full of flowers and polished by years. When I am old, time should be old Marlboro Cigarettes, if time knows that the lost red face can be tempered into a soft heart, without secretly sighing about it, should I secretly gratify Yet. Half awake and half awkward, just remember that the text has a temperature. Life doesn't need too many burdens. Those deep and light hours are already entwined and entangled. I climbed on the window window full of moonlight. I think that we still need to plant a piece of forget-me-nots and let the life exude a faint joy. Let Qian Qingxi warm and shallow smile
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