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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears in the world. The traces of the fog in the sampan - Linjiu Mountain Dance Erqi Yi Lingshan sampan

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    Wangqingyue's outstretched hand retracted again, and Cosmic Master Luo Xiaoyun suddenly responded, "What's going on?" she asked abruptly in her heart.  Wangqingyue said suddenly, "What is meaning? Do you know? Countless meanings, countless you, countless moments, countless tears, countless smiles, countless feelings, countless love, countless helplessness, countless frustrations,  Countless failures, countless courage, never give up! There is nothing in the world that I can¡¯t compete with, you.¡±  The flowers in the forest first appeared in a hurry, and after three rounds of wine, they couldn't express their feelings. The wind blew in the villa to the east, and the dance floated into the air during the picnic. The erhu bow was pulled back with the right hand, and the shrill and shrill sounds were heard.  It's cute, it's so late, it's noisy, and the sampan and the gods are in the fog.  (What do these words express? If you can guess it, you are really smart!) Ye Li: During my trip to Kansai in the past few days, I just saw one scenic spot: a sea of ??people, and I won a medal: I was so tired that I flew out of the heat.  .  I really admire myself for going to Osaka in the summer. I would say I gained ten pounds of fat!  But only three days in Kyoto is really too little. Next time I want to do an in-depth tour.  [First take some pictures with your mobile phone] Music Love Letter Long Yinyue: Seeing the Golden Pavilion Temple.  Jolie Luo Xiaoyun: I also want to go to Kyoto to learn how to make wagashi, walk in the red maple forest, eat Kyoto wild vegetables, taste Michelin, turn back time, and join the girlsg meat group.  #ÈÕÃÎÓμÇ#.  Music love letter Long Yinyue: It seems like a familiar place, sweat!  I forgot whether I passed by or not, and I fainted.  Some friends said that people come with joy and leave with affection, so the scenery is mostly forgotten. Obviously the scenery is secondary. The most important thing is the mood. A good mood and beautiful nature.  I walked through Kyoto, and there was no waiting for the seasonal face, only the philosophical heart floated through. My dada's arrogance came from the old sky words. I was neither a returnee nor a passerby, I just had the smile of flirting with flowers.  Xiao Su in the West said that philosophy is just the love of wisdom, knowing the ignorance and becoming aware.  The East says that philosophy is beauty, Xiao Dongmei said so.  I'll leave it up to you.  I can just take a look, just like I can take a look at literature, history, law, social sciences, etc. In that time, I have read all the world and know it. I only know that you are yours, and I will not compare with you. Everyone before and after you are the same.  , it¡¯s nothing more than that to me.  Luo Xiaoyun, the cosmic being, is the ultimate being in my tetralogy of imaginative and unconventional music and musical love letters, yes and no.  Some book friends said that I am infatuated, but did not add the word "passionate". I have too much love, so take it away. Immortal love is the highest arrogance in my life. The world is ruthless, and I have enough.  The King of Love smiled and said nothing, and the King of Philosophers said: I am saying all the words, and the King of Heroes is not saying anything either, just hahaha!  Too many kings means nothing, but if there is nothing, there will be no fuss. God King said seriously, yes, you are the one in the world.  What I said was wrong, everything was wrong. The best and most beautiful things are just the truth that I don¡¯t tell you.  It turns out to be random writing. Look at my past words on this photo, it¡¯s okay.  I don't understand it to show my profoundness, and to drive away the few remaining readers. Female readers are still the main ones, and women still like to read love letters. Fortunately, I no longer like to write love letters seriously, and I like Butterfly Butterfly Brush.  I said that everything that should go has gone, and everything that shouldn¡¯t have gone has gone. Even I have disappeared. My heart is not here, my heart is in the world of books. I am fake, the book is true, and the novel is  I lost it.  Liu Yong: When communicating, the most important thing is to avoid hurting people¡¯s self-esteem.  The problem is that the closer people are, the less taboo and open-minded they are.  "Why are you so fat?" "Everyone looks better than you!" "Why am I so unlucky to meet someone like you?" Every sentence is like a sharp knife piercing the heart of a loved one.  In fact, those sharp words are due to the hatred of iron and its inability to become steel.  "Hate" becomes a vicious language.  But they don¡¯t know that the real reason for ¡°hate¡± is love.  As a result, the more you fall in love, the more you get hurt, hurting yourself and the one you love most.  Lin Hua first appeared in a hurry. After three rounds of wine, she couldn't say anything. The breeze from the villa blew to the east. She danced in the picnic and floated into the air. The erhu drew the bow behind her right hand. The sad and shrill sound was in the misty peaks. When the beautiful woman heard the sound, her body and mind collapsed. The fragmented world turned out to be cute. It's too late to make trouble.  Heng Heng The Shadow of the Samboat God (to be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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