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                  The world of mortals has dreams, the years are confused, the idle words are sad, the Fu is embarrassed and the feeling is broken. In a moment, the youth is only sad, and there is no bosom to confine the feelings stained by the skirt; the red lady's fingers are fragrant, and the childe's tears are blood crazy; the rouge is stained with ashes, the flower soul is buried, and the sword is broken; the feelings are thousands of knots, and whose thoughts are sent to the paper crane? Hate youyoushang turned into a green lamp to understand whose Bodhi.

                  2223183.cnI wish you a good morning.It is an indifference, and it is exhausted.

                  On chilly hillside, he is unwilling to write his will on ten-shilling bill.,.

                  I love you.I love you all the wayIt is the only fine light that it is the charm of the smile.

                  On chilly hillside, he is unwilling to write his will on ten-shilling bill.,.

                  The depth of humanitarian seawater is half. There is no sea.You can't live forever.

                  On chilly hillside, he is unwilling to write his will on ten-shilling bill.,.

                  The beauty of the universe is not a good thing.

                  2223183.cnIt is the future.Human nature may be to like to complainas if the present life is so unsatisfactory.

                  Everyone is an independent individualDon't rely too much on anyoneYou are the only one who is the most important thing in your life.Life is full of expectations and dreams connect with the future.

                  Only by believing in yourself can you win the trust and affirmation of others and shorten the distance to success.Tear off the so-called mature maskwe are all children who have not grown upIf we are sadwe will cry without scruple; if we are happywe will laugh without fear.

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