Gradually, the sunset embraced the mountain, enjoying the warmth of the mountain to her peacefully. Quietly, the moon climbed up the tip of the tree, gently shining the night with cool brilliance. Slowly, the stars jumped over the whole sky, and the big eyes were so naughty that they blinked. Slightly, like a gentle wind blowing, a little coolness penetrated the body, then the heart also shivered. Turned back to the room, took a coat and put it on. Unable to resist the loneliness in the house, he pushed the door out again and strolled. Enjoy the rare purity alone. Suddenly he raised his head, looked up at the stars all over the sky, strolled in the boundless sea of stars, imagined the moon, and found Chang ‘e’s appearance secretly; Suddenly he lowered his head, looked at the mottled shadow of the tree, and did not forget to jump gently, it was very interesting; Suddenly, hearing a few crickets, it was clear and lovely, a language that human beings could not understand, because they had never been calm and walked a few steps along the wall, and there was a small pool in front of them. Lying on the edge of the pool, you can still see the reflection of the moon. If you are naughty enough, you will see a round of moving moon with your hands gently lifting the water in the pool. If you fiddle with it again, the moon will disappear. But if you wait a moment patiently, you can still see the moon in the pool again. Two meters to the right of the pool, there is a persimmon tree with numerous fruits bending its branches. But only a tree stood there alone, more desolate under the moonlight, in my eyes like a hunchback lonely twilight person. My heart is slightly cool, and the sudden feeling of love arises spontaneously. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the coolness is more exciting. The moon is softer and the night is more poetic. Although there is a lot of leisure, I have no choice but to sleep, go back to the room, dream Duke Zhou

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Eight beds were empty for seven pieces, and the owners had already left. The quilts who were just guarding the empty beds were huddled up, praying for their loved ones and sobbing for a good night. People who love each other should really get bored with each other and make an appointment for thousands of years. Burning a cigarette, the scarlet cigarette butt quietly burned the time, floating the smoke of the ending. Deep or shallow taste, smoke will eventually flow into the lungs, blending with the turbid air in the chest, lingering and lingering. A wisp of light blue smoke tore open the air, swirling and spinning in the air, like a bird in love with home, looking for the memory of going far away. The smoke bumped together one after another, rubbing the thick air, revealing the coldness. Then, one by one dispersed, blurred in the broken dream of sunshine. The female voice outside the window was still laughing loudly, turning into a broken wind biting the hazy eyelids. The beautiful moment in the dream quietly melted into the quilt. That was her love, burning my old dream. The dream of two people only made one’s love. Quilt, still lazy to sleep, not looking for marginal breath, old dream. The Red Lips of cigarette butts were in love with each other in the ashtray, leaving black kiss marks and empty cigarette butts. That was her love and broken dream. Unfortunately, the corners of her mouth were sweet, but she didn’t remember my dream, hollow love; What was sighing was that she fell asleep quietly, but melancholy her love, solid dream. The love between two people only turns into one’s dream.

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Lulu said that when she went back to school, there was a handsome young man behind her. She said to her: Girl, lift the trousers and drag them onto the mud. She was very moved. She said she liked the name of girl best. When playing outside, someone called her little sister, someone called her little Cui, and someone called her little girl Cui. But the girl is the only one she likes best. Girls are girls, and it is easy to have a blooming heart because of some trivial small details. Xiao Ke once liked a boy and asked the reason why he liked him. She smiled shyly: because he had a pair of particularly beautiful hands. Those slender and graceful hands are the ones that should play the piano. In fact, what he likes is the boy or his hands? In the past two days, Wang Yun in the same class dormitory often confessed to me. She said that you gave me a feeling of peace, and everyone had his own set of appreciation for beauty. And I was right for her old man’s eyes. She always calls me beauty Dan. As a thin-looking girl, it is really stressful that others give you such a great reputation. I said Sister Yun, don’t call me like this, I am really stressful. But Sister Yun still persisted, so I followed Wang Yun to call her beauty Yun. I think Sister Yun loves me so much. I said to Sister Yun: Yun, if you are a man, I must be moved by you with your affectionate eyes and the confession of your true feelings. Sister Yun was silent. Maybe she had never thought that there would be waves in the calm lake. Couples can be seen everywhere in universities, such as playground, restaurant and library. When I was walking at night, I heard a man sitting on the steps chatting with his girlfriend in his arms. A sound of nearly pleasing male voice came into my eardrum: Dear, I think my mother-in-law is my mother-in-law. Goose bumps fell off a playground immediately. Fortunately, it is dark night. If it is daytime, I really want to see who is that lovely boy? Moral integrity, where is the moral integrity? The boys in Normal University are so happy. No matter how tactful the appearance is, the boy can hug the pretty mother. But girls are pitiful. He Xinxin was walking on the playground. I said to her: Zhang Xin, if you are a man, I will definitely chase you. Zhang Xin is a girl I admire, independent, strong and responsible. Maybe I have been lonely for too long, and I am a little hungry. But I would like to be a pure person, like is like, Hate is hate, actually I would like to be a heartless woman, but some people obviously like it but can’t speak. I like it purely because of the moment I passed. What do I like about you? I like the feeling that I like you. In fact, it is still women who know women best in the world. Speaking of love, every girl has her own story. Every girl needs to have two men in her life, bosom friends and lovers. The so-called blue-Yan confidant is always accompanying you in your life, which is indispensable, but he has never treated him as the opposite sex, holding his hand, just like his left hand holding his right hand, so ordinary, but without it, it will bleed and hurt. Without blue face, your body is incomplete, and without lover, your heart is incomplete. So which one is more important? I am a very melodramatic girl, someone said, melodramatic? I don’t know, maybe it’s melodramatic. The childhood sweetheart played on TV finally became lovers. But why is it completely different for us? To be honest, after living for more than 20 years, I haven’t met a boy who is more mum than you. I love watching “Let’s watch meteor shower”, which can recite Murong yunhai’s vow to Chu Yuxun without falling down, love to watch “love wakes up”, “love is true, good and beautiful”, “love has its own destiny”, speaking of both of us, you laugh loudly, laugh exaggeratedly, open your mouth: Just you, all the girls in the world are dead. If you give it to me for free, I don’t want you either. Speaking of him, I also covered my mouth with my hands: I am not interested in the same sex. Are you kidding me internationally? I love dreaming, getting lost, being cute with my eyes open, and imagining something unrealistic. He is such a pure child. Just like the little Prince guarding roses. I want to build a big house with 20 rooms at the seaside, one for my friends. As silly child. But love? Does love need to be learned? Learning love? I am a child who likes to be sentimental, it is no wonder that he will fall the title of love. I like staring at other people’s back in a daze, turning around quietly, and then wiping tears alone. I like to think quietly and guess by myself. Then tap the letters on the keyboard quietly. In fact, what I love most is the vivid lives shown on the screen. They love me sincerely. I will like many people in different stages of life, but there will be someone accompanying you to grow old. To every young girl, someone can accompany you to play with you crazily, and someone can accompany you to get drunk tonight. But only one person can give you a harbor of soul. To every lively girl at this moment, I said to myself: dear, that is not love. What am I thinking about. Wash sleep. Good night to those quiet girls!

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