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shallowly. You don’t need to tell them. Sometimes, you just

there is no time and geographical boundaries, although there is a

There is a kind of love in the world, it is the heaven and the earth,

It looks so bright on the surface, but it's actually broken inside.

and has begun to lose its leaves piece by piece. These leaves are

others come to care and ask, they are just scratching the surface.

All the suffering of love must be borne by yourself. It is the result

locust tree flowers and plane trees are so beautiful that they

the doorknob is old, but with the smell of old Shanghai, the

The air between us is cold, clear, and solid. Bit by bit, it

Don't love, doesn't mean don't like. Like is another, less than

are about to forget, he appears in your life, and this life has

this person, this person has left you, and when you find that you

She has always been a caterpillar, trying hard to become a

her sadness, and when the spring rain fell on the Yellow River,

When the snow fell on the Yellow River, the Yellow River knew