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It's too late to laugh, and I'm drunk. I saw a misty flower in my dream, but I didn't know it had already broken. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. If I become a memory, will you forget me? The misty rain in Xiaoxiang is constantly cutting, and the sinking fish and wild geese are lovable. People don't know where to go, but the lotus is still smiling in the spring breeze. Poetry is displayed in front of Tongquetai, which is the Yi people on the river bridge. I don't regret the sadness of the paragraph, but I am still sad when I fall. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Love is ruthless, and the fragrance is like a man. Roses are like feelings. Finally died in memory. The entrance is flickering, but the river forgets everything. I subvert the world for you, just to straighten your reflection. Listening to the oblique rain and private rain, lonely people in the rain. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. I think more every day, and people change every day. Looking back on a dream 19 years, working hard for whom and staying for whom. Pear blossoms, heartbroken thousand glasses of wine, think about it.