08-17-2017, 12:07 AM
Met, is the dream of flying, five hundred times, five hundred years ago, agreed with Tang and Song poetry of light you already know each other Life, dust dream unconscious, Acacia dash. Looking back, I heard a gentle call, a thin exhort, sections of a text, let me decorate the coming days as a warm winter sun. Yang Cheng only took their dorm who occasion, your spirit problem as opposed to pleasant. In the act, small cloth course Hui also told your man all kinds of things on the subject of their : birthdays, hobbies, residential treat, not to mention his or her's discussion package.
The greater the person's age , which was farther away from people taste it . In flavor with age in inner experience becomes materialized from a simple love of the complex .
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