TheBig H4ack
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22.11.2019 03:59
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Long rain alley, paved on the ground, but a piece, a piece of bluestone? Was history, faded bluestone? It has a deeper, more quaint bluestone slab than the blue and white porcelain Marlboro Lights. Lying in the courtyard of the ancient city, lying under the carriage of the official. An icy oil paper umbrella, dripping cold water droplets. It caught, and we saw the beautiful reflection of the small buildings around. It fades in color but is beautiful. It, they, face to face. Watching the wind and rain change, looking cloudy and alternating. Looking at people's feelings, warm and cold, watching the world cool. It, they, bathe in the light. Listen to those voices. The sound of the car and the horse screamed and screamed. Also attributed to the slang of the ancient building, the hum of the sky. Stepping on, stepping into history, stepping into the streamer, stepping into the hearts of the people. This piece was once the place where the children jumped into the house. This piece was once the place where the coachman of the big official was planted. It used to be the place where the prodigal son fell asleep. In the long river of the past, there was a vicissitudes of life, but now he is looking for a golden cup of light. Toasting, the silk of memory is overflowing, and we stare at the silk with a stunned look. The Golden Cup is a meditation basin. If there is a cyan in the streamer, the world will discover the secret of the bluestone. It, they are like an ancient ampoule, with a dreamlike past. It is all-encompassing, with a drizzle, a sing Wholesale Cigarettes, and even a gaze. The bluestone plate seems to be very old and very old Newport Cigarettes Coupons. Being trampled, being trampled by the rain, being touched by emotions, being trampled by the poems, and being trampled by the iron horse glaciers, was stepped on by the distant and unrelenting feelings. I was trampled on, and I couldn��t help the author��s "Recalling the Qin dynasty." But it shouldn't be, it shouldn't have passed away. However, the times have passed away and they should all pass away. However, people are gone and they should all die. "However" the rain, over and over again, wiped away. sound. color. temperature. sad. Five more broken souls. The parity is conserved. Lilac resentment.. With all past past. The bluestone slabs are always bathed in light and start freshly. The ancient city is not ancient, and the new bathing is not ancient, refreshing, facing the world. |
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