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fghfhgh(国外英文资料) Some beautiful old wind sentences. (collect) The still waters run deep, the cang sheng songs; Three raw rain or shine circle is short, the one is sad to leave. You are the bell of my love. Life is good, but death is nothing. To grow old love and to crush the love of love. The river is lonely, the two sides are dark green, and everywhere you are standing. The spirit of gloom is a distant and untouchable sorrow, such as a lonely moon, which can only look at the distance. The lights of the lights, the voices of the people, the songs of the world. In the dark clouds, people trace their ways, unable to speak of their loneliness. Stories like stories, but love hurts; The moon is like a frost. Use my three raw firework to change your life. I was young, and shaohua was negative. Long street, fireworks, you look back, The short pavilion is short, the red dust is over, I sigh again. Who makes the string break and the flowers fall on the shoulder How many red faces, and how many of them are broken, the only blood dyed the moan. The land of the sea is broken by a sword, and where is the prosperity of the music. Leaning against the cloud of a thousand pot to hide my loneliness, even to make others laugh at me. Let him be all over the water, and you will have a bad time for you. I will send you a song. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the crossways. Listen to the string and break the three thousand. The fall flower is the abstract, the oblivion. Where the flowers fall, the finger of their finger. There is no branch in the mountains. Forget who first forget, the country is the home country. If you dont want to play, you will be surprised. Once upon a time, there was a high rise of the song of the night. When the flowers are in the sea, the best man is alone. Every spring goes to the old man and the man dies. Your sunset, my face, and my third year. You are a young man who has been thinking and thinking, and he has turned into a song in the desert of the great