A rain, a wind, come gently, walk quietly, rub shoulders with flowers, just passers-by, give a clear sky, green vegetation, but thanks for the bonus. Time is difficult to stop, can not grasp, slip away, in a twinkling of an eye, disappear Hua Rong, lose weight, tears unfaithful love.
There are many flowers in the branches in the morning, and several flowers in the twilight, such as the wind, such as the rustling rain, mournful Lingling, leaving behind the world of mortals.
I don't know who the flowers bloom for, I don't know who the flowers fall for, the dust flowers all over the ground splash tears, no one asks, no one is sad, floating with the wind, let the rain blow, scatter nowhere to return. A sunset sank all over the world, and the spring flowers fell away from the hurt, thinking and tears.
Pick up a piece of fallen flowers, pick up a flower, clip it in a book, write down the beauty of spring, accept the memory of beauty, do not use paper or pen, make notes with heart, write down the sustenance of love, love lingering, with the spring floating away. With the flowers floating on the water, buried in the soil, leaving a hearty broken heart, falling flowers, hurt feelings, worry about the heart.
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