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The fragrance of love in the wind

A gathering of wadding smoke filled the air, and how many lovesickness in The Dream were wet. A plain pen was fragrant, and the tide in my heart was slightly painted. Through the flowers and flowers of the season, describe a lovesickness and draw a roll of hope. Every corner of your fingertips is a deep and shallow mind. Even if you are not around, you can listen to each other’s heartbeat. Go around a dream and make you laugh. Draw a bright moon and promise eternal dependence. Listening to the light wind of the heart, drawing a shallow mark of love in the heart, accompanied by the bright fragrance of birds and flowers, wrapping warmth around the fingertips, giving birth to poetic onion, which is a colorful ornament in the current year. Leave a pure beauty for yourself, let your heart be in the quiet city, with the wind, and stand as your own scenery with the mood of blooming flowers. The smile at the corner of your eyes, this season is the most beautiful enchanting. Qingwan round of bright moon, misty rain, a light rain, rendering full-eyed thoughts, flowing from the brow to the bottom of my heart. A stack of light warm, two sleeves depend on each other. With deep feelings and deep feelings, the city is full of rain and smoke, a heart umbrella, walking in the dream. The ship carried a piece of incense, drunk on the other side of the heart, fell in love and fell in love. Yichuan smoky rain around the green mountains, the dream buckle lingering, the words are concerned, the feelings spread a little, plain notes agarwood. The text is concerned, pouring, a little warm. Night Rain thought, soft, eyes follow the trace of words, extending into the dream, reflecting the ray of moonlight in front of the window. I have always believed that as long as two people hold hands together, they will walk in the dark night and will not feel confused. Two people, one heart and one heart, are warm. When the wind blows and the wind chimes ring your name, gentle, it fills my heart, giving the missing under the moonlight, warm and warm to the Moonlight, listening to the rain falling with you, little by little, whispering, gazing, stroking the fragrance of a fallen flower, leaking the lonely thread from the palm of my hand, and leaking in this fleeting wind, I don’t know if it has been soaked for thousands of times. Wet the bright red film, the wind is charming, the fragrance of early summer, and the flowing water rhymes the laughter of nature. Can you give me a thousand years of promise and give me a long life. In the middle of the water, silk is loving and tender. Love still, love forever.

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