Give me a pair of wings, no need for such gorgeous feathers, let me slowly learn to fall together, fly high in the air, fly freely. Fly over the boundless plain and cross the vast grassland. Fly over the gurgling river and cross the surging sea. Fly over the high mountains, cross the Himalayas and head straight to Everest. I want to pick a wild flower for you and bring you the fragrance of the wild. I want to hold a spray for you to wash away the disturbance of your stepping into the world of mortals. I want to squeeze a bowl of milk for you, and the mellow fragrance flows into your study. I want to pick an ice snow lotus for you, giving you warmth and surprise. Even if it turns into a wisp of smoke, around you, accompany you to the end of the world, accompany you to the Cape, accompany you to fly slowly

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Reading books, thousands of willow trees in the distant mountains, the pen carefully carved the years. Tonight, I am alone, sitting at the desk, thinking carefully, a fleeting time. Fenghua is just a finger of quicksand. Time witnesses everything, and history is remembered in the dust. In June, it was too cruel, which made my heart turbid and my dream dim. I had a few volumes of future and was frustrated by my youth. In August, I tossed and turned, sleepless all night, and my heart was burning with fire. I was painful to raise the front and the front, which made me contend. The thick historical records, the poetic fragrance and rhyme of thousands of poses set foot on the road that predecessors had traveled and found the fragrance of flowers. The paper is full of absurd words, who can understand the smell? Think, taste, figure out. Seeking to Vista, yi de high-spirited when. As a result, the wind was charming, and the rain was affectionate. The wind lifted up the Willow coat, swaying in the room, and then the lovesickness was full; The rain stuck on the face, lingering in the room, and the heart returned to nature. As a result, flowers are intentional, strokes are dancing, years are alive, and glitter is shining everywhere. Promise you a pool of Inkstone ink, sprinkle a few drops of cinnabar, allow you to write and repeat, and describe his beauty as flowers, carefully carved here, may you draw yourself into flowers. Jin Hui in June, only allow him not to lose his time. [2] Jingpin tea is fragrant, sitting in the pavilion and holding the post of fallen flowers. The string starts, playing the elegant wind, and the music is melodious. Hustling, too much loss him. Make a pot of dense tea and enjoy the tea fragrance quietly. In hundreds of mountains and thousands of willows, you can find a pavilion with thousands of miles, and the flowers are elegant. Ren Yue pounced on her face, bathing in the bright white moonlight, humming softly, moving flowers and shadows in the Moon, enjoying drunk. Following a long wind, the red leaves drifted, idle, lying quietly in the corridor Pavilion, letting the fallen flowers. As if the moon is covered by clear clouds, and as if the wind is flowing back to snow. The world is in chaos and in a hurry, I don’t know where to go. When winter comes and spring comes, branches sway and laugh at the spring breeze. The appearance and time of the past are remembered. Pointed but quicksand, own witness. Enjoy the tea fragrance quietly, and watch the fallen flowers at leisure. Calm down, self-contained; Calm down, let the snow fly. 13 has passed away. At the beginning of 14, the peach blossom still laughs at the spring breeze.

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