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Super touching love poems know nothing about each other, Wanli is still neighbor


Guan Guanyu, in the river. My lady, my gentleman is good. Staggered amaranth, left and right flow. Dear lady, begging for it. poo. Leisurely and leisurely, tossing and turning. Staggered leeks, pick and choose. My lady, the friend of the piano. Staggered leeks, left and right. My lady, the bell and the drum.

Red beans are born in the South, how many branches are spring? I hope that you will eat more and more, this thing is the most loved one.

Red coupled incense and Yu Yuqiu; light solution Luo Chang, alone on the Lanzhou. Whoever sends the book to the cloud? When the geese return, the moon is full of the West Building, and the flowers flow from the water, a kind of lovesickness, two leisure. This situation can be eliminated, the upper and lower brows, but on the heart.

The flower is red and green, and the apricot is small. When the swallow is flying, the green water is around. On the branches, the willows are blowing and there are few, and there is no grass in the horizon! Outside the wall of the swing wall, pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful lady in the wall laughs. Laughter gradually disappeared, and sentimental but ruthless.

Open up Hongmeng, who is the kind? They are only for the wind and the moon. When you look at this day, hurt your day, and be lonely, try to be suspicious. Therefore, the performance of this sad Jin Yuyu's Dream of Red Mansions.

Lang rides bamboo horses and makes green plums around the bed. If the two emotions are long, they will linger in the dynasty.

Green Yang Fang grass Changting Road, young people are easy to go; the head of the dream is five clocks, the flower is separated from the March rain. Ruthlessness does not seem to be more affectionate, and an inch is still tens of thousands of miles; when the horizon is poor, only the endless love is.

In this door last year, the face of the peach blossoms is red. People don't know where to go, peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

Last night, the flower market was full of lights. On the moon, the willows, the people are about after dusk. At the end of the year, the moon and the lights are still there. I don’t see people last year, tears full of spring sleeves.

The evil! I want to know each other and I have no life. There is no tomb in the mountains, the river is exhausted, the earthquake is shaken by the winter, the summer rains and the snow, the heavens and the earth are combined, but the courage and the monarch!

It’s hard not to be difficult to meet each other. Dongfeng is powerless. Spring silkworms go to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry. Xiaojing, but the clouds are changed. Pengshan has no way to go, and the bluebird is diligent to explore.

Knowing that there is no distance, Wanli is still a neighbor.

I don’t see it in a day, like Sanqiu.

I don’t think about it in a day, but I also frown a thousand degrees.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it.

Husbands are all around the world, and Wanli is still a neighbor.

Last night, the stars last night, the paintings on the west side of Guitang East. There are no colorful phoenix double flying wings, and my heart has a good spirit. The partition is sent to the spring wine, and the Cao shot is covered with wax. After listening to the drums, he should go to the Malantai class.

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