The beginning of the scene with a rickety guitar, the boy’s eyes are rippling with the starry sky, and the starry sky follows the horse’s footsteps towards the wilderness. The night of the wilderness brings heavy rain. After the heavy rain, the tree of the soul grows. Behind the trees is the golden wheat field, but in the wheat field. Hidden with the loaded gun, the bullet hit his chest, and a whole jar of salt hit his chest head-on. The deep cello was flowing with blood and clear tears of the young man. He loved you with all his heart. His heart was in the wrong place. Regret, sorrow and regret the loss, this is the world’s most tragic counterattack to sincerity. His spirit was true. In the wild corpses, there has been a road like stars, and life is more than just survival. All the way to the west, slow and steady, with love. ps. You are mighty and majestic with a horse-ridden French shark. You have not forgotten to put on the sun before leaving the child, the warm long trousers in capitals.
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