The past time, whether wonderful or dull, has passed in a hurry, and when I look back, I find that my most beautiful time has passed away like smoke.
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Who is going to Suzhou today? ?
A pillow of autumn frost and a bronze mirror are cold, and two lines of tears are warm. ?
Pick the yarn in the east corner, Sang Yu has no brocade handkerchief. ?
Nagato doesn't hide the Golden Temple, and Shushan has a sense of being a sword fairy. ?
Before the dust flies, blame the dragon. ?
There are clouds and grievances on it, and there are shadows of towers falling down. ?
At the end of the year, the silk and bamboo withered and the string broke. ?
Moss slightly masks the copper hairpin and gently inserts the purple jade by hand. ?
The hidden box of fish intestines is not light, and the magic flower is finally lost. ?
Who planted the evening fragrance Yongyangfang, who hid the silver needle world of mortals. ?
Blowing flowers and unforgettable purple clothes, how do young people know that they are crazy? ?
The dental plate sings low eyebrows, and Lampard remembers the old makeup. ?
The shadow of sinking sand weaves wind and rain, and the lost water inherits the rivers and lakes. ?
Who will forget the tall buildings first? Unexpectedly, Beimang came late. ?
Looking at the mountains and rivers in the southeast and protecting the city in the northwest. ?
I was lonely for three thousand years in my last life, and I don't know if I will be together for a short time in this life.