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[Introduction] when you came to me, I raised my hand to show you that my tired face was more indifferent. The red rope on my wrist was so dazzling in the sun that I seemed to see your escape. Passing by, speechless and speechless. At that moment, the world was filtered, only you and me, I vaguely heard your breath.

It was like an endless reincarnation. After several days of quietness, it was another unforgettable yearning, which destroyed my original oath and could not be forgotten. Or, the more you want to put down something, the heavier it is. The more you want to forget, the clearer it is. The meeting on that day had gradually become the most beautiful memory. The words of that night had been bound into pages of nostalgia. The moment when my eyes met was doomed and I couldn’t get rid of it. And you are still the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and you are still behind that mist, whispering and smiling. Isn’t it? My mood can’t overcome your towering heart wall? Is it true that you have never understood the sadness of my brows? Are you afraid that your noble self-esteem will be destroyed by my endless silence? Is it true that you are always outside my heart, wandering alone? Isn’t it? My persistence can’t reach the weak water of the world of mortals for three thousand at last? I wandered in every corner where you appeared, the vast sea of people, my eyes could not find a fixed focus. Finally, I saw you. I saw your melancholy face and lonely eyes. I just want to walk behind you, stop me and stop. In April, I caught your eyes. From then on, your back bore every dream of mine. The persistence along the way is only because of the warmth you once gave. Now, you are still in my world either indifferent or slightly smiling. We are only separated by a river, but no one dares to drip. Tired, tired, quiet is my only way. I am afraid that when everything becomes clear, each other will be caught off guard. When you came to me, I raised my hand to show you that my tired face was more indifferent. The red rope on my wrist was so dazzling in the sun that I seemed to see your escape. Passing by, speechless and speechless. At that moment, the world was filtered, only you and me, I vaguely heard your breath. How long will this journey last? ba yue of osmanthus fragrance filled, quiet night, many people huaqianyuexia. Time didn’t let me go. I thought of the fairytale days when Mei wife Hezi, Lin Bu, Lin Bu, flowers and birds accompanied and running water accompanied. Could it really make your world completely calm? After all, we cannot forget.

[Editor in charge: Lu Li]]

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