Lyrics of 5 1 song of Vae.

When I was a child, the warm wind blew gently and I felt the familiar smell of marshmallows on the roadside. How many hours has the alley changed? How many children have grown up? We seem to have forgotten that when we were young, we didn't know about the eight-bit machine, which was full of comics. After class, we play and sleep. The teacher said that we didn't know what the cheat sheet was. The bad smile teacher is not as proud as me. The white feathers on the shuttlecock are filled with cloth and sand, and there is a rubber band woven by grandma. Malan is blooming and jumping. The baby's dance, the smell of olives and the kindness of the girls at the next table made me blush and sing our songs. No matter how strong the wind is, we all like the taste of lollipops here. We are very happy. We sing our songs indiscriminately. No matter how hard it rains, we still like the smell of orange juice here. We are very happy. When we were young, we blew warm air and felt the familiar smell of marshmallows on the roadside. How many hours has the alley changed? How many children have grown up? It seems that we have forgotten our childhood. I still don't know the big trick that the eight-bit machine is full of comics. I don't know what the teacher said when I went to bed after class. I don't know the cheat sheet of the exam. The bad smile teacher is not as proud as me. White feather on the shuttlecock, cloth bag made by grandma, a rubber band, Malanhuakai 202 1. The dance of dolls, the smell of olives and the kindness of the girl at the next table made me blush and sing our songs. No matter how strong the wind is, we all like the taste of lollipops here. Are we happy? Singing our songs indiscriminately, no matter how hard it rains, we still love the smell of orange juice here. We are happy, aren't we? Singing our songs, no matter how windy it is, we all love the smell of lollipops here. Are we happy? Singing our songs indiscriminately, no matter how hard it rains, we still love the smell of orange juice here. Are we happy? Singing our songs ~ ~ ~

Xue Chao

The ancient bells surround the coniferous forest of the Ilfis Theatre, and people sleeping in the silent harbor are about to usher in a new day's sunrise. I was taken to the execution ground of despair in the morning fog. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I went far away alone and could not realize my promised dream. I still feel a little sad when I think about it. The dead leaves at my feet rustle and tell my heart. Double Jing: Will the melody of solo only accompanied by waltz be lonely in the future? Tell me how to continue our past quilt. Swallowed by today's obscure morning light, there is a sad rain of blood next to the gallows, watching the soul hold up its stubborn body and continue to rotate. In a world without you, Lake Baikal is a lonely night. Crying and lonely stars cut through the sky, but everything is suffocating, the rain is dancing and the leaves are dancing. Lonely footsteps can't bear to look back at the rain, leaves are flying. Life is more cruel. I won't give up and I don't want to give up. But the reality is cruel. There are many gray intersections behind our shadows. The smile on the corners of the mouth can't teach me the humble philosophy of life. The more hypocritical the world is, the better it is. The guitarist wandering in the street is going to play a tune. Its name is decadence. There are some footsteps at the entrance of the theater, waiting for the next pantomime of life to be staged and withered. Not everyone can come back in vain. Not everyone can think about whether there is reincarnation at the end of life in a storm. I dare not look at the weeping roses in the corner. Some people lose them before they know what it feels like to have them. I clearly heard one church after another. Black and white confession, roses wither, and the smell hangs upside down in the sky. A round of loneliness quickly falls, the rain dances with it, and the leaves dance with it. The lonely steps can't bear to look back. Leaves dance, life is more cruel. I won't give up. Leaves dancing, lonely footsteps can't bear to look back.

The old enemy of Tianlong Babu

Where will I meet you? Is the dust of the past destined to fly over the distance of time and space, but confined to the sword? Spring flowers in March gradually woke up in the distant past. Whoever is old is robbed. It's fate to follow your heart. The enemy didn't invade except you. How can I visit lanterns? It's too late for the janitor to get revenge. Last night, Taiping Chang 'an went to the Galaxy to change my life. I'm afraid it's hard to haunt the snow and rain on the island in my life. Who will stay with me all night without picking up starfish? Coffins are not lonely. It is buried deep in the bottom of the valley. There are no eternal secrets. No one can escape fate. How can you look around when you are half wronged? It's too late for the janitor to seek revenge under the moon. Last night, Taiping Chang 'an went to the Galaxy to change my life. My fate has been decided. I borrowed your loneliness. I'm afraid it's hard to look around when you're halfway through your anger. It's too late to get revenge on the red lantern. Last night, the doorman moaned that Taiping Chang 'an went to Xinghe that day. My life has been decided. My old enemy attacked me. I'm afraid I can't repay your loneliness in my life.

A face without makeup

It was another quiet night, and I sat alone in a rocking chair to enjoy the cool. I admit it's really peaceful, just like the old man downstairs. I hear you're still working on originality. It seems that it is better to take some time to think about the appearance. I put on beautiful makeup tonight (I believe this is a beautiful dress). I was shivering in the middle of the dance floor. If I have made my changes, why bother? Then please don't see me. If I look at you again, I will feel as pure as before.

Look around on a stormy day and laugh at other people's faces. If I look at you again, will I still feel the truest emotions? They were all buried yesterday.

Is it an illusion to miss those years without any performance, not to miss, and never to return to the moment I once faced?

Those that have passed, without any performance, will never appear again. In those years, there was a feeling of regret. Why do you feel the disappearing face?

Ross's funeral

After leaving you for a hundred weeks, I came back here to look for evidence of our love. Nobody wants to mention Ross's past. Today, the theme here is what I call memory. I know love is meaningless. I used to be so rebellious with you, but now I'm alone.

Secretly miss your rose funeral and bury the memories of love. I feel my hands are numb and I can't control myself. You are so beautiful. On the day of fireworks, I said I would wear a flowered skirt to marry you and bury the person you love deeply. No one will notice a small raindrop to accompany me until dawn. I miss you at this last moment. I secretly walked on the bridge covered with night, and I let you walk at every step. My old impression is warm, intoxicated, noisy and sober, and I am still at my feet. I must pass you the red rose. Love is like a rain that has left me. You said that love that is too bright will eventually wither. Rose's funeral will bury your memory. I feel my hands are numb and I can't control myself. The fireworks rain that day was really beautiful. I said I would marry you in a flowered skirt. Rose's funeral will bury those who love you deeply.

No one will notice a small raindrop to accompany me until dawn. I miss you at this last moment. I always think of the past and complain. I always think of you inadvertently. Now you are so far away that you can only stay in my memory. I feel my hands are numb and I can't control myself. You were really beautiful that day. I said I would marry you in a flowered skirt and bury your beloved rose. No one will notice a small raindrop to accompany me until dawn.

I miss you at this last moment. I use this last minute ~ ~

sly/tricky

After you left, a summer turned into autumn. In my book, your block letters claim that we have parted peacefully. Good euphemism communication also brought a little solicitation. The rain is wrong, and the beautiful eyes in the season go up in smoke. If you can't turn back, it doesn't matter how deep your heart is. How stupid I love, am I too stupid or too serious to fantasize about spending my life with you? How stupid is my love? I don't want to ask again and I can't hate it. You are my favorite person. Once, your eyes looked so simple. Well, when did your clean soul start to be covered with scars and put on a mask? If it doesn't hurt, there are so many paradoxes in the world that you won't get full marks no matter how careful you are. In the end, we lacked so much trust, but we didn't open your heart. How stupid is your gift? Am I stupid or am I too serious to fantasize about spending my life with you? How stupid is your gift? I don't want to ask any more questions. How to hate? After all, you are my favorite person. I once asked myself with a wry smile, will you cry when you take off your disguise one night? How deep is your talent? How stupid is my love? Am I too stupid or too serious to fantasize about spending my life with you? How stupid is your gift? I don't want to ask again and I can't hate it. After all, you are the one who loved me.

Broken bridge and residual snow

The butterfly with broken wings and dead leaves that can't find flowers will never see the withering. You can't read the wilderness of Saibei from the eaves of the bridge under the night in the south of the Yangtze River. The flowering period is lingering because of loneliness, and then it soon disappears. I enjoy the fireworks flying all over the sky, and then it will drift away with the wind. Is it snowing? I watched Leng Yue in the lake, like snow, gently melting the broken bridge. If it snows, I will think of your face. If there is no goodbye, Bai Causeway willow curtain will cry, and butterflies and dead leaves with broken wings will not.

If you become the wind.

Honey, honey, you look so cute. Every boy who chases you is super awesome. But I'm thinking about how to say hello. What should I do at this rate? Love is sweet and sour. I'm not the boss. I don't have a big house. If I send you roses, will you give me a chance? I don't want to watch time go by little by little. Old Master Q is wearing a wig. I don't want to dance with you in a miniskirt. I just want to take you home to see my mother. If you become the wind, I will become unreal. Rain guards you, smiling like a beauty. If you change your style, I like to lock it in my brow like water. I used to find an excuse to go boating with you on weekends. A pot of sake is long, but my heart is long. This feeling is calm on the surface. In fact, my heart has already surged. You frown. Alas, your mood has affected my mood several times. Although some problems are really difficult to solve, I am still full of confidence. Old Master Q is wearing a wig, and I don't want to dance with you in a mini skirt. I just want to take you home to see my mother. If you become the wind

Additional explanation

At that time, there were some doubts about our feelings, but I didn't know what the problem was. There's not much point left if you keep a straight face.

Just when I begged you to give me some explanation, well, I guess you just temporarily suppressed your emotions and stopped asking you questions. I gave you more concern and told you to see the latest movie. You said you were busy at work and had to work overtime until winter at night. I wanted to buy you a scarf, but I was afraid that your eyesight would drop, so I made an appointment with my sister who followed the trend to talk and laugh with me to relieve my recent bad mood. I didn't expect to meet you at the next intersection. She's just my sister. She says purple is charming. She's just my sister. I'm worried about whether you misunderstood her. She's just my sister. You don't care about this explanation.

I'm not going to see anyone around you who doesn't know who I am. There were some problems in our relationship at that time, but I don't know what the specific problems were. There's not much point left if you keep a straight face. Think of it as I beg you to give me some explanation. I wanted to buy you a scarf in winter, so I found my sister who followed the trend to talk and laugh with me. I met you at the next corner recently. She just said that purple is attractive. It's my sister. I'm afraid you will misunderstand her. She's just my sister. You don't care about this explanation. I'm not going to see the person next to you who doesn't know who he is. You put it in your bag and said thank you for working overtime, but you showed up here. The ending of the story needs no explanation. She's just my sister. She said purple is very charming. She's just my sister. I'm afraid you will misunderstand her. She's just my sister. You don't care about this explanation.

I'm not going to see anyone around you who doesn't know who I am. She's just my sister. She said purple is very charming. She's just my sister. I'm afraid you will misunderstand her. She's just my sister. You don't care about this explanation. I'm not going to see anyone around you who doesn't know who I am.

Qing Ming Yu Shang

Chu Xiao Rizhao Xiqiao Cloud shakes the window to miss you, and the lotus wind shakes slightly. The last romantic ripple of woodcarving was sealed seven years ago because my eyes were only wet by rain in my life. I am most afraid of not knowing that my tears have been torn off. I can't find your paradise in the world. I can't forget it, but I can't fold chrysanthemums during the Qingming Festival. Give you your favorite songs and sing them gently in the distance. There is a piano sound in the distance, and the ethereal sound urges the rain to fall. Tell yourself to listen to the moon shadow smoke. A few heavy candles, red flowers, the world of mortals and old dreams all entered Kong Yu's moist eyes and leaned against the well every year, looking forward to returning to the mourning hall. I am most afraid that my tears will be torn off. I can't find your paradise on earth. I can't forget it. I can't forget it. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, so I can't give you chrysanthemums. I can't find your favorite song lightly. I can't forget it. I can't forget it. I can't fold chrysanthemums in the Qingming Festival and give them to you to sing softly.

imagine

In my imagination, a rainbow fell and I looked up in the purple-gray sky. In my imagination, there will be a result. The promise in the envelope is unreserved. In my imagination, I want to love for a long time. After I felt the tenderness in your eyes, you suddenly became cold. You left me alone. Everything is very different in my imagination. I admit I'm touched. You don't love old memories as much as you think, and you haven't changed your tenderness. Finally, I didn't pretend to be indifferent. Why did I turn my head? I didn't cry.

Thousands of Baidu

How did the fireworks in the wild shop outside Guanwai sleep and catch cold? Who will add two pieces to my sleeve? The destroyer Snow Wind will not lighten the blow all night. That's just a poor thin horse that hasn't had a good rest. This is a dream. How many months have you been awake? The past is sad and beautiful, and your hands are shallow. You can hear it. You can't fly back to the front of the hall. Who will expose me and find you? I'm looking for you. I'm looking for you. I'm looking for you.

Why not?

I really want it to rain. I really want to live next door, stand downstairs and count the dark clouds. If there is a piano in the scene, I will sing to you, although many pots of water are pouring down. Summer is almost over. Please buy less ice cream. Don't wear short skirts when it is cold. If you are unhappy sometimes, I am willing to lend you melancholy. You really understand my intention to sing this song for you. It has no style. This only means that I want to give you happiness, melt glaciers for you and be a moth for you. It's nothing. Love is not worth singing this song for you. No style. It just means I want you to be happy, toss and turn for you, and give up the world for you. Why not bring a little warmth in late summer and early autumn?

Half the city is full of smoke and dust

Some love is like a broken kite with a sad ending, and some hate is like a circle. How much blood will a long-cherished wish pay? Advice, self-deception and lies. Some love to go back and suffer, while others hate to hide but turn snow into swords. How can I distinguish the evil of flying sand and smoke just to fulfill a long-cherished wish? I am sad to add half the city's smoke and sand, and the soldiers will compete for the world in the future. Going down with the wind, I still have a trace of concern in my hand. I just hope to go back to the field to unload my armor and get back my own tea. Some people are in pain, others are hiding hatred, but they are speechless. The snow turned into a sword. Just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how can we distinguish evil from flying sand and smoke? I'm worried, adding half the city's smoke and sand, and soldiers will fight for the world by the pool in the future. How many bones will be sent away? There is still a trace of concern in my hand, just looking forward to returning to the field under the pool. Who will fight for the world? How many bones will die and how many white people will be sent away? Half of the black hair, half of the smoke, sand, blood and tears will fall, the broken armor will spread out, and the reincarnation of Yan will will bring you flowers in February.

Tears in love (feat. Angie)

You turn away to show that you don't care. I turned a blind eye to all this. I try my best to avoid pain. Misunderstandings have accumulated to a certain extent. Wherever I go, I will distinguish between victory and failure. After the end, I smiled numbly and cried tears flowing in love. Let time slowly bake and evaporate. Let's appreciate the tears flowing in love. It doesn't matter from deep-rooted to those soothing and happy bits and pieces.

acknowledge one's fault

I stood in front of your house that afternoon, but you bit your lip and said goodbye. My retention and tears are useless. Maybe I should eat the bitter fruit. I have always understood that your accommodation is not enough. I don't think love is powerful. My heart began to tremble. I understand your pain, but your expression is cold. It's all my fault. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? You said you didn't love me anymore. I will take you back to the happy time and space. You just advised me not to be persistent. It's all my fault. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? You remind me of the mutual torture in love, and let me not admit my mistake again. As a result, I stood in front of your house that afternoon and you bit your lip or said goodbye. My retention and tears are useless. Maybe I should eat the bitter fruit. I never understood your accommodation. I don't think love is powerful. My heart began to tremble. I understand your pain, but your expression is cold. It's all my fault. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? You said you didn't love me anymore. I will take you back to the happy time and space. It's all my fault to persuade me not to be persistent. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? You said you liked my life now, and you reminded me of the mutual torture in love. You also told me not to admit my mistake now. You said you didn't love me anymore, and I brought back memories of happy times for you. You just advised me not to be persistent. It's all my fault. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? You said that you like my life now, and you brought back memories of mutual torture in love, so I don't want to admit my mistake again.

Grey head

Last night, I lost in MengMeng, and we woke up hand in hand. It can't be said that opening oicq chat records stopped last year's late autumn. Finally, I didn't say anything about staying. We are still friends. We are the most distant friends. All the tenderness you give will be recorded. Your gray head will never beat again, even if it is a simple greeting, intimate communication, page by page, how sad it is. I remember you once said that you would accompany me to the end of a warm dream and get cold. Going back in time, what can we catch? We opened the oicq chat record and stopped last autumn. Finally, I didn't say anything about staying. We are still friends, the most distant friends. The tenderness you gave is left in the record, and your gray head won't beat again. Even a simple greeting, intimate communication, page by page, how sad it is, what is falling off, and what can you catch by going back in time? When I found that the so-called waking up is actually another dream (you are not in this world), the fog that cannot be dispersed at the exit of the dream is too heavy (you are not in this world). Even if you are screaming and struggling at first, it's no use asking you to stay. The grey head will stop beating quietly. What is the despair that overflows in my chest? Your white hair will no longer beat. Warm dreams will turn cold. If we go back in time, what can we catch?

Free month

I stole other people's light when I was a child. I haven't combed for ten years, but now I enjoy tea under the lamp, adding fragrance to my life. This is just an illusion. In March, I watched the clouds, the flying grass in Fei Ying and the catkins flying in my hometown. I don't know if you are still in Luyang. I don't know if you are still a wisp of hair. I cherish the lovers on the bridge all my life. I sigh that the night is too long, and I shake people. A song from Wu Peng left me. Now the moonlight in Luzhou, which side are you on? The moon color of my hometown is deeply imprinted in my heart, but I can't shed tears. In March, I watched the clouds, Fei Ying, flying grass and catkins flying in my hometown. I don't know if you are still in Luyang. Lovers on the bridge are antagonistic to each other. The night is too long and people are shaking. There is a song from Wu Peng. The moonlight in Luzhou shines in my heart. Last month, you didn't seem to have too many injuries. It's hard to speak your mind with a sigh. The only way at that time was whose side are you on now? The moon color of my hometown is deeply imprinted in my heart, but I can't shed tears. The moonlight in Luzhou is too many wounds in my heart to tell my heart. Who are you now? I can't cry. The moonlight in Luzhou sprinkled on my heart last month, and you no longer hurt too much. It's hard to tell me with a sigh. At that time, the moonlight in Luzhou was just average. The moon color of my hometown is deeply imprinted in my heart, but I can't shed tears.

& lt gasp in admiration >

In the cinema, your back is still so pure and charming. You broke up with me at a strange distance yesterday, and you couldn't stop crying. You also asked me why people who love each other can't be together. No one knows about your past, and you can't find our only photo if you want to find it. You smile sweetly, and I admire your skill in playing love so skillfully. You have designed a time to throw me away in your mind. I admire your skill of playing with love in such a fancy way, but your heart and appearance don't match. I should be happy for myself. Successfully escaped yesterday, you asked me in tears why people who love each other can't be together. No one knows about your past. If you want to search, you can't find our only photo. You have a sweet smile, and I admire you for playing love so skillfully. In your heart, you have designed a time to abandon me. I admire your skill of playing with love in such a fancy way, but your heart and appearance don't match. I should be glad I managed to escape. I also know that there are not so many fairy tales in this world, but I still have them. I have always had a little fantasy about that true love, so I deserve to bear the gap between fantasy and reality. Although I am a fool in their eyes, and I know there are not so many fairy tales in this world, I always have a little fantasy about that true love, so I deserve to bear the gap between fantasy and reality. Although I am a fool in their eyes, I admire your skill in playing love so skillfully. I have designed a time to lose me in your heart. I admire your skill of playing with love in such a fancy way, but your heart doesn't match your appearance. I should be glad I managed to escape.

Sign a book.

The starlight lit up the sea and wrinkled up, and the evening breeze blew away the salty waste heat around you and me. There are still cracks. Why does it feel a little strange to run along the coast to find our island? Some question marks may not be important to you, but I haven't talked about them in depth for a long time. I haven't opened the book to find the answer. I don't deserve you. After thinking about it, maybe it's just a coincidence, our story. How does the author understand that we disagree? The horoscope book says that I finally secretly tore that page, which is really unpredictable. Why?

If at that time

Why did you treat me well at that time, and why do you become indifferent now? I know love is hard to stop. It's not mine anyway. I shouldn't want you and I to have the same hobbies. There are always quatrains in my ear. Speaking in classical Chinese is really funny. I also laughed at Cao Cao's greed for Xiao Qiao. The sky is gray, it's raining, and my vision is blurred. At this time, I feel that your important love has left my heart. You said you were leaving. I sang the last old ballad for you. Red rain flooded the memories. How did you sneak into your beautiful eyes?

Invisible scenery

It rained in the dark sky for a week. I don't remember this place. There is no view through the glass window. Raindrops twinkle under the eaves and breathe quietly. It also shows that the sweet pain of love is clearly remembered. If you love, you will cry and lose. You can't watch the road again and again. I don't want to cry and wipe off the injured blood. There is a faint smile on your mouth. I can't analyze your heart. I don't want to cry. Invisible scenery, just want to hide in your dreams and see you. Alas, rain, rain

my baby/my sweetheart

Baby, we agreed to have a baby, smart and beautiful. Don't forget to give me a hug. Even if I'm not around, I'll remember my smell. It's good to have you. I love you forever. Sometimes I'm short-tempered, sometimes I'm annoyed. Please be compatible with my little baby. Baby baby, I miss you day and night. You will never forget the happy beginning of that year. Remember our agreement. Please hold my hand tightly and never give up my baby. I will protect you until I am old. Baby baby baby baby baby, mine.

Weibo songs

Your id has been used by many people in many places. Listening is not lonely. Fans rely on your avatar, and you are full of temptation. Only I have seen it myself. Some people you care about are sexy. They are all men. I have a light, too. Your happiest thing is to see the increase in the number of fans. Remember that it's all my way (hahahaha). You know everything too well. Stop it (clap your hands clap your hands). It makes me as cold as a piece of wood and makes me feel a little lonely. You can do nothing, but you can't say nothing You log on to your Weibo and share your life. I can say nothing, but I can't do nothing You can do nothing, but you can't log on to your Weibo and share a lot of your life. I can say nothing, but I can't do nothing I don't want to sing your Weibo.

bad kid

A peerless painting without edges and corners will make the whispering of falling prices too hoarse and the atmosphere awkward. You suddenly said you wanted to see the heavy snow. It's summer. You never like umbrellas. You like my white shirt. You said you loved me very much. I thought it was a lie. When I believe everything, you say you are in love with him. You bad boy, don't be silent. Nobody blames you. Love is free. I should bear this change. I should bear this change.

I want to hold your hand.

Vae, he's in some trouble Anyway, young people nowadays have a lot of troubles, too much to think about and too many temptations to find. If they are not firm, they will make mistakes. Friends say that the world is so beautiful that you praise it, but the reality is very unlucky. Leaders have meetings every day, and wages are deducted if they are late for work for a few minutes. Colleagues are like enemies. They should be careful of teachers who don't like boys with long hair and mothers who don't like daughters with long nails. They can't adapt to anything. No force can overturn the way of learning and living. Oh, cold, distance makes beauty. How to go 880 thousand kilometers away? Ho ho, I want to hold your hand and go to the universe together. There is no gravity. The bright light reflects your tenderness. I want to take your hand and escape from this planet. Sadness and happiness are peeling off. My fingers are clasped. Hello, I'm vae. Please clap with me. When you sleep at night, you can dream of walking in the park with your beloved. I don't know what happened to the world. I don't like you and her. I think you really want to leave this planet. Oh, the earth is too cold. Ah, distance makes beauty. What is 80,000 kilometers away? Ho ho, I want to hold your hand and go to the universe together. The night light reflects your tenderness. I want to take your hand and escape from this planet. Sadness and happiness are peeling off. I want to hold your hand and go to the universe without gravity. The tenderness reflected by the night light is peeling off. I want to hold your hand. Your hands have gone to the universe without gravity, and the night light reflects your gentleness. I want to hold your hand and escape from this planet. Sorrow is in my fingers, I want to hold your hand.

No.7 park

Cherry blossoms in early spring are flying in mid-air, colorful blue-purple platycodon grandiflorum seems to freeze the picture, and the lush wind in the forest is mixed with cold stone benches, which lingers. In the evening, the lights went out, and the silent and colorless tears fell accurately, breaking the innocence and leaving no trace of discretion. When I found the wound was deep, the street lamp in Park 7 went out, and some cruel emptiness began to separate you from me. The street lamp in Park 7 is flashing. When you become the third person, repeated questions are asked. Silent and colorless tear drops, accurately broke the innocence, leaving no trace of discretion. When I found the wound was deep, the street lamp in Park 7 went out, which was cruel and empty. Life began to separate you from me. The street lights in Park No.7 flashed, and fate repeated itself. When you became a third party, our love ended in the park in late autumn dusk, and I couldn't bear to smell the fragrance of Platycodon grandiflorum again. When all this becomes a set of equations without solution, how did this play without script go on all the time? I am stupefied. As my thoughts bypassed the depth of that second, I finally understood that maybe there are some things that don't need to wait until the moment when we silently separated at the crossroads. The migratory birds heading north are covered with scars in the sky that is about to dawn.

Andersen has no regrets.

When I was a child, when I was noisy and willful, old Johnny always told me stories to coax me, and I made up my own stories. The adults praised Ann's talent. Touch your head and be obedient. Adults very much hope that children are simple and easy to fool. As I grew up, people's novelty disappeared. With my efforts, they can murder a deer or die from a deer. Danger and honor are always in direct proportion. It doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as there is one reader, my pen will not be put down. This is not. Empty talk, I do my own thing, I write my own words, I just like it and don't need so many comments. Those inexplicable hatred eyes hate me so deeply and so seriously. They regard me as an imaginary enemy, deviate from the work itself, create topics and news, talk about things about chickens and dogs, pretend to be careless, and think that I am climbing all the way. I never thought that no one would care, and I am a big card. Andersen is everywhere in my name, and I have close ties with my disciples and brothers. China, the boy is really. I really don't want to rap. Life is too short. There are too many serious things to keep me silent, because I am too lazy to argue with you. Who says people can't tell three from six? If you want me to refute, please consider your identity first, tie yourself up and trample on your self-esteem. I sat in the audience and laughed at your stupidity. Let me write a pure fairy tale with my beautiful nature, draw a poetic picture and purify your soul. The moonlight in Copenhagen is like ice on the ground. I want to look up at the bright moon, miss my hometown and miss my girl.

Fense stationery

Pink stationery is full of my thoughts. The moment the wind passed, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. The picture of the cold world in the cold season sneaked into the time when I met you. Hold a memorial ceremony in my heart. The world is full of disturbing gossip, troubles and happiness, but you are piling up and going to the beach to secretly appreciate your shallow dimples. The ebb and flow of the tide is my instruction. Some words are afraid of missing you, but I will regret it. Suddenly, there was a light snow in the sky. I summoned up the courage to write you a short message and travel across the ocean to accompany you. With your smiling face by my side, the snowflake fell into your palm in the blink of an eye and unconsciously loved you for a hundred days, thinking of eternity, eternity, eternity.

Remove the east wall

659 19 years old, took over from his father's class and failed to become famous. The consequence was that he took over his own pub and heard that his fellow villagers had gone to Beijing to be small officials. Who can pay for his dream guest? What can he do? The beautiful contrast between his women shows that his ugly friends say they don't love him but covet his small fortune, but he loves to buy food by himself. The east wall was torn down. Later, the yamen said that he would not do it at a price of eight yuan per square meter, and he would not do it either. From generation to generation, he doesn't earn fast, but he is familiar with the land. The east wall was torn down. Later, he was seen carrying a bag in the snow and leaving at night, leaving the old one and the small one behind. Was there a time when he had no choice but to go? If he comes back, the wine in his hometown will still be dismantled. Later, it was said that he was beaten limping that night and died. The history of history always makes people helpless. At that time, the moon changed people to look at the western wall, and the eastern wall could not be repaired.