Love is a time of flowers

I don’t know when I will feel those wolves and scattered petals in the wet rainy season. Such a weak body, after the ravages of wind and rain, how can it be trampled by tourists again. In addition to being sad, it is inevitable that these broken elves will be collected together, washed with clean water, and sandwiched into the frequently read book.

The once bright colors gradually faded and dried, and the once enthusiastic life suddenly became dim. Where was the flower appreciator who used to work together, the courtyard, the rope swing, and where was it lost? The scene of Lao Yan flying apart, the plot that prompted tears, why, life is so sad!

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