It's a little cold. After the wind blows,
The rain is quiet.
Did it fall on your mirror?
The beautiful image of missing in that man's pile
Straighter and shorter corduroy.
I think the wind-like skills have brought
What did you take?
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In front of the window is a weak and frozen weed.
Since when do I miss you?
The watering of your half a tear
Your causal thinking about it.
Or do you want the other half of the tears to write on it with pen and ink
Weeds, weeds
A pile of gold grains in the poem is just right for making wine.
Invite you to ancient times and ancient times.
With my birthday in September, with my National Day approaching.
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The wheel rounded the tip of the pen, and the children sitting opposite were surprised.
I think your children are as suitable for writing poetry as you are.
For a puppy, we all love its gentle tongue.
Imagine me standing next to her as my brother, taking pictures with her, or facing the sunset.
Your husband is willing to treat me as his child and give me some change to buy something to eat.
When my little blessing comes
When you blow out the candles on the cake, you would rather think of me.
Do you like that?
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Fly, you can fly with only one feather.
Like a bird, you step on the sunset glow like a bird.
Like an airplane, it has a tow line.
Like in a dream, the cliffs are all on that line.
Flying is an inertial thinking in reality.
Every time I see an unknown stone on the ground, I suddenly roll.
Your mind still can't stop flying.
It's like you like cruelty sometimes.
Too beautiful to stay, just a word.
Your cruelty is like telling loneliness.
Loneliness is that the stone heart is taken away by the wind.
Your cruelty has drained you a little.
The roar of the sky is still not enough to describe your peerless anger.
Probably the necessary pain can bring a sense of relief in the depths of the soul.
It feels like you're just living for your soul and writing poetry.
In a twinkling, three lives and three lives
All your interpretation results want to be included in the flowers on the other side of the water
Blood piled up in purple flows through blood vessels.
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Our travel skills are not brilliant.
Writing poetry in a day is like labor and reform through labor.
Sometimes cigarettes don't mean anything
But drinking like crazy might as well have a cigarette.
On the other hand, there should be no friends on this birthday.
When friends come, they can't live without wine.
Look how smart they are when they come.
But when it comes to the wine table, it is not necessarily ok.
I heard that men like to get married right away tomorrow.
But often they like to hesitate.
So don't listen to his many other gossips.
Gossip is often a slap in the face for me.
It is worthwhile to slap him or yourself.
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Sister, blessing is really hard to say.
I think just applying Haizi's words is enough to express my heart.
Today is your birthday. May you-
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;