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In the world of mortals, the heart looks like lotus

The rest of my life in the winter evening, the cold wind whistling, the snow flying all over the sky, the cold soaking bones. Looking ahead at Shan Ye, a plum tree is burning and blooming. Its flowers are as bright as pink in March, and it is very spiritual. Occasionally, the fragrance is fragrant and refreshing. My father thought

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Hurt chrysanthemum

Now I can’t help but feel sad to see that the chrysanthemum which was originally pardoned has slowly lost its graceful charm in the past under the ravages of winter.. Seeing that every day there are always those rose petals floating with chrysanthemums, pieces of petals being blown off by the hateful cold wind, and countless fallen flowers quietly floating

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Happy

I missed a lot. I was always sad alone.     Why would I suddenly be silent among a large group of friends, and why would I be sad to see a similar figure in the crowd? Why did I forget to speak when I saw the trees fall off their leaves in the fall, and forget my original direction when I