Under the green screen, who is singing in the shallow? The night is clear, and
the moonlight is clear tonight. ����Inscriptions are shocked by the time, old
things are not spoken, it is a little intoxicating rhythm. In the early spring,
the spring breeze gently stroked the tip of the grass, and the "sand" woke up
the sleeping bird. It opened its wings and covered it with a hint of laziness.
His sleepy eyes, stretched out, and shook his spirits, soaring above the bright
sky
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amazing voice, like the mother's gentle and cordial call, gentle but not harsh
"������... ..." When the spring rain comes, it moisturizes everything. "Slow
into the night with the wind, and the things are fine." Spring girl stepped on
the broken steps of Dina. "Hey, dewdrops are jumping on the leaves, like sitting
on a slide!" I smiled heartily, calmed down, listened to the slang of the grass
with my heart, and realized with my heart, the beautiful flower language, I
realized it with my heart. The fragrance of the flowers is classical and
fragrant. She pointed to my transparent umbrella and said with pleasure: "Listen
to the rain - the raindrops are dancing on the ballet
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Gold." I looked at her slender fingertips, the raindrops were so naughty,
but the sound was like that. intoxicating. Two fingers clasped, listening to the
song of warmth with her, that is the intoxicating song of all things. The green
leaves, the delicate flowers, and the clear dew are not as clear as spring.
Spring is a dancer who dances with vigorous vigour and dances beautiful
melodies. Look at the rainy forest, listen to the birds singing, lazy to paint
the eyebrows, see the fireworks late. Or drive a boat, swim in the lake, listen
to the sings of the fish and the blue waves, and give birth to a feeling. Ying
Yi �� cool, �� һ finger fragrant, that is the fragrance of flowers in the wild
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of the trees. The clear light, and the faint floral smashed in the air. The wind
also brought a little warmth, and brought it the general sound of "the moon in
the moon, the tears in the moon, the warmth of the blue sky, the warmth of the
smoke", like a dragonfly, a trace of a ripple, blowing the thin waist of the
willow, Blowing up the spring water in the pool. The old things are not spoken,
just waiting for the intoxicating voice of the wind to blend into their hearts,
so quietly keep a glimpse of the time, listen to the intoxicating voice of
life.
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