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The girl who gave roses

The night was deep and bottomless. Orange was still laughing, and I saw a group of children who loved to play. The wind along the river is slightly warm, as if it is a kind of happiness. Let the wind spread the Wings of Freedom and chase the direction of Sky Lantern; Carefully push the clouds of flames for fear of stirring the wind out; The warm fire filled the whole fragile space. Therefore, under the care of the children, Sky Lantern accompanied by the Riverside a full breath, gradually far away, and finally turned into a star in the sky. The Midnight Bell jumped over the wide river, quietly got into the eardrum of everyone, and climbed up the guardrail of the river bank happily. The dim street lamp cast a few pure shadows, and the long road along the river seemed to slide into the dream scene, giving off a snore. Fang turned around and suddenly felt that two figures were missing. He did not know where he had gone and where he had gone. In the depth of the tree shadow, outside the imagination, there was a child selling roses. At this time, there were two lovely girls eager to buy a remaining flower. The midnight light is like a dark magic, which cruelly destroys the flower’s delicate figure, destroys less anger, and lacks charm. She hid the flowers quietly in the figure behind her, trying to make others unable to guess, unable to guess what she wanted in her heart. The lights in the sky are thick, and the lights appear, just like love one by one. I don’t know which one I will represent again! Here is your birthday present! Oh, thank you! Oh, boy! Don’t be surprised, don’t be moved, lovely child! Then everyone was fighting with a pure smile, although it was accompanied by the river breeze, it didn’t blow away. And I have been waiting. As a rose left, I will die in despair in this long night. Finally, a lovely girl bought me and gave it to her beloved friend. Although I have faded and lost my beauty, I have found the meaning of my existence, not as the last dilapidated flower. There is a naive girl with the last flower. The girl sends her blessings with roses and finally wishes.

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