I like flashy text descriptions that are both wooden and incorrect

That's right, because I like to describe it that way, too. People around me advised me not to write like that, but I still couldn't be too plain. In fact, there are naturally people who like your style to support you, it's not that you have to choose which one is vernacular and gorgeous, it's your own style, isn't it.

I use it often. I like it very much [All the endings have been written.]

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very shallow.

Gradually disappearing into the group after sunset].

For the barren years.

For me finally couldn't hold on.

For all the roses that have finally withered.

35 Flying in the wind, and then falling.

Years are buried deep in the earth and become amber.

Before the gray dawn, I looked back

Can't be like. Buddha-like meditation on a lotus flower.

I am mortal. My life is this rolling dust.

I want everything in this world.

Happy or sad.

I know that there will be a day.

All joys and sorrows will be gone from me.

I'm still trying to collect.

Collect those beautiful entanglements].

It's very good.,As long as you don't pile up too many impetuous sentences.,It's basically okay.。 It's well written, like one.

How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams Guo Jingming.

If life is only as it first sees, it is like peace.

Lots of books.

Bubble Summer 1 3

Ming Ruo Xiaoxi 1 3

There will be angels who love you for me.

It's up to you to do this kind of thing.

You go read more books, if you want to learn, you have to work hard

It's not that the falling text is gorgeous.

We always have a future than later. Blue is a color with disease, and it is impossible to forget in the years that you will never forget. The quilt is the grave of youth.

The gorgeous text, of course, is the moon.

Hehe, I know that 100 points is not so easy to get.

*Love, friendship, or what kind of scenery or character is depicted*

Why should it be gorgeous? I'd like to introduce you to a book! Inside is a good book that writes love, friendship, and brotherhood in simple and unpretentious words. The name is called: "Zichuan" has a group number, do you add it?

Who will help you like this?

There is a section of the exchange space that describes the creation of big-name designers, and you can read a few more and write them down.

The boat is like a crescent moon and the moon is like a hook, and the river is free to stay.

You can't hesitate now, who are you worried about?

There is a beautiful woman in thought, and a beautiful woman in Xijiangtou.

I will leave the boat and go westward to ascend to Taihang.

Taihang is high and difficult.

In spring, the ridges are as green as frequent, and in autumn the fallen leaves are like fluffs. (frequency plus cursive prefix) asked Jun Xun if she was hurt, although her heart was not in love.

I have been walking for a long time, and my heart is tired and worried.

Stumbled into Taihang and looked for his daughter.

The beauty is like a white cloud, drifting uncertainly.

The beautiful woman has traveled eastward and swam at the corner of Mount Tai.

I thought it was the matchmaker and begged for his daughter for me.

Dongfeng told me:

If love is not really difficult to match, if it is not very difficult to be a woman.

I will gather the flowers and orchids for his daughter.

The boat has gone far away, and the wind is blowing me away.

The waves are rolling for love, and the waves are surging for songs.

I have been walking for a long time, and my heart is tired and worried.

The beauty floated and swam to the top of Mount Tai.

I will make the blue as a car, and the east wind will bear its yoke.

I will make Xi and Mi Qijie, and ask for his daughter forever.

The falling moonlight is slanted like a spring hovering in the dark night, and the disordered time flows through the deep arc of the palm. I vaguely remember who I used to be indifferent and stubborn for in the past, and I still remember the reflection and singing on the roof watching the fireworks. The chaotic emotions wandered in the starless ink clouds, and now, the cold heart no longer beat the melody of the past, no matter what kind of sadness was used to erase the reflection, waiting for only quiet parting and pompous suspicion.

I am still reminiscing about my sorrows in the smoky building, and my dry emotions are cocooned with self-restraint. Only the singing was still intoxicating tears among the fireworks, until the boy who shook the fan looked at the shadow of the beautiful woman in the fog, full of too far away and confused gaps and a sigh. And at this moment, I am flowing in the street market full of lights, and I am lost in an illusory and eternal fate.

Those who once believed in sweet scenery and profundity now have only the power of sneering fiercely in their deep eyes.

It turned out that everything was nothing more than a pretense sleeping in a fantasy, and when everything weathered and shattered into sharp glass, the scars slowly sank into the fragments of the ruins on the edge of the other side. The pure scenery and the people who saw it all changed, and the words of confusion were carved into rain in the air. Finally, when the meteor sank like frost, it turned into a butterfly completely.

Do you remember, those fragments that scratch the memories are still noisy and ridiculed. Yes, the end moment misses the last psalm, and the joys and sorrows never pause in the cruel time.

I know that we are a good fit.

Knowing that we can be together.

I know that we all love each other.

But, why break up?

If not this breakup. Will our results be good?

But, the past is the past.

That feeling of greenness is gone.

All that was left was bitterness.

Happiness has passed by.

Won't be coming back.

Forever and Forever ...