Qinghan original learns to love me

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Learn to love me

Wen/Qinghan

The hand desire to explore the years quietly solve the fate

I encountered such a beautiful sentence when I turned the corner

Solar maintenance

Moon can be stitched

Stars without flash bags

in my eyes

Everyone is a book

It's just that the title of the book is different

Specialty

Different levels of exquisiteness

perhaps

Everyone should cry

Read me

Learn to love me

Start

Betting on the punctuation of the word

Timely reply in the question mark

Stop the desire in the ingenious number

There are also waves of wavy with pens and pens.

All will be a sign that you have loved me

When you deeply fall in love with the text in the book

You encountered your own knight

Whether you hide it or show off

There are 10,000 styles at the end waiting for you

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Wen/Qinghan

A narrow road in my lifetime meets

Looking back at half a lifetime

It's the sky of the sky

It's a dream of a sleeping pen

but

As long as your heart is withered

There will be shy ripples in my heart

One circle and one circle rippling

As long as you don't dry up

The soul will bloom gorgeous flowers

One by one bloom

As long as you are poetic

I can always step on the pace of youth

Just walk with a clear and clear heart

Time is willing to take the cup with you

Time desires to talk to you

Leisure to give a poem in the late autumn again

Invite the soul

Send a invitation to the humid night

Let her comment together that I ca n’t go back and count the countless years

The story is on the paper with a cicada wing

Lighty thoughts

Quietly write joy

If you say this time coming and going

Who I have never written in the story

It is probably the one who has always followed me

Use the most beautiful words on me

But I never stopped and looked back.

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time

Wen/Qinghan

time

like me

There is a warm and stubborn face

Be quiet

Study is more than eternal

Blow the breeze through a little flower in early spring

Turn around in the air

Just withered in autumn

Make the sad spring sadness and autumn, it seems not so ridiculous

Sometimes it is like a lone

The person waiting in front of the window

The sound of horseshoe sounds without a letter

Like waiting

The thirteen months of the year

Eighth day of week

Life time

Just take a parabola

Glory from low to high

Break up the disappointment of instant fall

Like Xingyun in the sky

It's like the sellow sand of the coast

Finally in everyone's heart

Some are just time

No enemy

The heart of the description must always become bland

Seeing mountains are mountains

The moonlight is not messy

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