Is it a sin to be beautiful? No, vanity is.
Wet road, dark green bushes beside the road, dark iron gate. A little boy, the sun shines on his delicate and lovely face.
A solid and warm support. The morning is gentle, flowing sunlight, pure cotton fabrics, and floral tableware with light blue background.
"The doctor's palm was placed on my forehead just now, and what I experienced was a kind and touching touch. However, the doctor has never paid attention to me. Now I think he will not pay attention to who I am and why I always stand. There."
At Mumbles, he pulled me over the road. So we are here. Be careful.
White skin, red on the fingertips. Thinking about all of this now, it's beautiful and heartaches.
She pushed open the wooden door, and there was an endless rolling green hillside in front of her.
Standing on the top of the breezy hill, overlooking the scenery of Derbyshire, Elizabeth exclaimed, Beautiful.
I have been looking for it during the trip, and I was lucky to see it. The gray-white sky blurred time and space, so it turned out to be like this. All the memories and imaginations are like the mighty wind, blowing on the face, I do not know whether it is joy or sorrow.
All the memories and imaginations of childhood.
Feel free. However, it is so powerless.
The gradually darkening room, the cold wind blowing from time to time, the white gauze curtains blowing. Silent.
Irish bagpipes, John of the Glen. After
watching Tess of the D'Urbervilles, just find this and listen.
This is fate.
Tears came silently, but he was so nonchalant. What can I say.
It's like "Wuthering Heights", I will never have the courage to watch it a second time. Listening to this song, I just want this endless tranquility, sadness, and sorrow to drown myself completely.
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