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If he likes you, no matter how big your temper is, it is called personality. If he doesn't like you, even if you are gentle like a cat, he dislikes your hair loss.

When I send your letters, I always send them to the post office. I don't like to put them in the green mailbox on the street. I always suspect that it will be slower there. I've probably been alone for a long time, and I wish I had a companion.

When I wrote an article, she looked through the words I had written. When I was not writing, I took her hand and looked at her gentle eyebrows and eyes.

Never drink, but give birth to a bit drunk.

Early in the morning, the air was wet with the coolness of the air. The pomegranate beaded in the courtyard seemed to be desolate in my heart.

Yes, it is probably the end of the noisy summer, the chirping of cicadas only heard a little, perhaps there is no noise, only feel empty ears, heart is empty.

There are two pairs of slippers under the bed, one is mine, the other is mine.

There is no pride like the old time, flowers bloom and fall by two.

I am the night, and the night should have the moon.

Human grief is not shared, and no one feels it with you.

Many beautiful people and beautiful things are indulged in a day of Yunjin, and they are flying like a star, and at the same time, it is infinite.Ten years of joining hands, it is also possible to mourn with Mo Xiang.