Walking in memories

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Walking in the memory reminds me of the beauty of spring blossoms, and thinks of the creeks I have been involved with. Source: The midnight sun is a happy elf, swaying in the heart of a warm sweet. The quicksand passes through the fingertips and writes the trajectory of time. The wind is dancing, and memories...
Walking in memories, like a meteor across the sky. Even if it is fleeting, the taste of missing has spread throughout the winter. Standing on the street, closing your eyes and thinking, let the dead leaves fall on the top of your head. Even when I look back, the familiar familiar, seemingly acquainted paintings are reflected in my heart.
Walking in memories, like falling into the frustration. The petals are hurt and the flowers are fascinating. The most lonely fall of the autumn flower. The autumn wind is frustrated, the cherry blossoms are wronged, the words can't be said, and the poetry can't be written. Reluctant back, hiding the tears of the withering, let the snow cover the mood.
Walking in memories, like fireflies lingering into the night. Sweet dreams, blooming on the pillows, smiling corners of the mouth, the beauty of marshmallows still stays in the tongue buds, the favorite ragdoll has been sleeping in the arms, the dreams are swaying the unique aroma of the night, the happiest moment Condensed in the moonlight.
Walking in the memory, the dream of Zeng Xi is the elf of the dance, picking up the heartstrings and tremble. The moonlight leaked out of the fingertips, and the writing seemed like a year of water and a gray age. The rain is flying, lost memories...

Walking in memories

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