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A night of nothing to do, alone at home. The traffic outside the high-rise windows is still inexplicably busy, and each brightly lit cement box is still repeating the same and different life. Watch a movie. The restlessness in the heart breaks the fragile shell. The movie is not attractive. The background of the explanation, even the uncle's hoarse speech is like boiled water for show, reflecting the father of the Martian child. Until the girl is wearing a ponytail, wearing sunglasses, straddling the locomotive, whistling on the way home...
Got hit, struck by lightning. Empty valleys, staggered and mottled forests, gorgeous ripe yellow, the end of the S streamline seems to be in your consciousness, there is a voice, it is here... Beautiful scenery may appear, and the plot is like a prompt to explore. A cold color, like a wolf in the north wandering in the snow...
The ancient plane, carrying the indulgence of youth, hovers over the more ancient land...
Turn around, and you will break into Xanadu in the next second...
Boys and girls, the back of holding hands is deeply engraved in the dark blue darkness, the heart-warming bonfire must be Cupid's arrow...
Drunk, I think on the way to travel.
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