• 11

    Feb

    Mengmengdongdong no regret and no thinking like sharp spring

    Dark dark, the wind blowing from the Northwest. Stamp a stamp, it is! Winter. And the year end, the entire North snowy in the winter cold, even in the Southwest, and this year’s temperatures are significantly lower. Reclusive, wrapped with a thick coat of themselves, even ignoring instrument and grace, it is winter. As an old man they say winter, bent body of staggering difficulty walking, days of no Sun; grey about his people’s emotions. People have thought of this life, life like this season, as the seasons like the four seasons. But life is one of the four seasons, was unable to transform one-way, does not. Only in the spring and summer, autumn and winter alone.Someone had to in old age, it is to the life of the winter, when they recall the past is more mature emotions, dap
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