Blue sky and white clouds, the years are fine. The magnificent buildings, the quiet and tidy gardens, the fragrant cars and BMWs, and the clouds of beauties. Delicate makeup, fine hair, and beautiful body, wrapped in a well-cut dress. Every night, singing and singing, and the wine is intoxicating. . .
The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot. Suddenly, like a night of war, the smoke and clouds of Jinghua dissipated with the wind.
The so-called tragedy is to show you the most beautiful things in this world, and then smash them cruelly in front of you. Otherwise, you will not feel pain.
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