In Mu Xin's literary reminiscence, he once wrote: He especially liked Jesus. Hence, Qianqian brought me a Bible and I sent the Song of Songs to Wei Wei. Wei Wei was a stubborn, reckless, and irresponsible Draven. Oh, rub your head, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Your boyfriend won't be angry if he finds out, right? Just like when I was your boyfriend and found out that you were with another Sister Moning. That's great. There's no reason. There was no other way. " I'm actually Li Bai's disciple. Have you ever understood this technique?" Maitreya slowly turned his Great Chakra Protection, and his own guard began to move with cracking sounds. His heavy body moved unimaginably slowly. There's a consequence for angering Maitreya, children. There's a consequence. Maitreya said lightly,"Do you think you can do it again? It seems that the children have to suffer and be taught a lesson. It's a pity that you don't read enough." Not only was it too little, but the number of times was also too little. I've watched shakespeare's plays fifty or sixty times. Why? Eating mooncakes every Mid-Autumn Festival. How many mooncakes? I read the Gospels over a hundred times last week. It was different every time she read it, and she would not understand it even when she was old. Some people would show off once they read a book. They would show off after reading it a few more times…After reading it a few more times, they would stop showing off. No wonder Wei Wei never showed off her graceful dance moves. Well, actually, I miss you. When I was young, I read about the Dragon Clan. It was really f * cking rubbish. There were no dragon stories at all. What I wrote was a dragon story. Haha, dragon slayer, incarnate into a different image of the vast universe reincarnation technique, a few plum blossoms in the corner. What he meant was, hahaha. I'm a little tired of it. Wei Wei will reply to me today. I really dare to die. I'm so embarrassed. Well, on second thought, spring was not worth passing through without a reason. You, your smiling face, made me sick, the heat faded, and my lonely health, if I see it again, it feels like someone is walking far away on the horizon, leaving only the horizon, the fog of early spring is misty, fortunately, you are not beautiful after all, I am seriously ill, it is difficult to recover, your little talent and appearance is only enough for me to be sick for nineteen days, on the twentieth day, you will be rough and ugly, the colorful music of your life will be over, how can others take you as a treasure? The grass is overgrown, the rain is like powder, Partridges sing, I will migrate, and dwell in the forested hills, waiting for the man I love enough to come. Qianqian, Big Brother Luoluo told you the first half of the story, and now he has written down the whole story. Aren't you going to follow me, my stinky treasure? I'm f * cking speechless, really f * cking speechless. I really didn't want to delay it. So it was lovesickness, aiyaya. I still don't understand, but I've already sent a private message to Wei Wei. She said that I'm running DiDi and asked me to figure out the navigation location. Awesome, my stinky treasure, it's really boring. What a joke, if you can see the mountains and rivers in my heart in your dreams. I've become a demon. There's nothing I can do. Will Meow Meow marry me? You'll be happy. There's no reason, Stinky Baby. Actually, I also wanted to see the nine dragons. There's no reason for that. Nothing, nothing, nothing, ha, ha, time, the forgotten time. Oh, touch your head, don't cry, don't cry. How would I write it then? In other words, I actually wanted to write a book about the classic Xianxia, about how the lowest level of Tibetan Buddhism laughed when she was at her mercy because she gave too much and the result was not good. Sigh, I really wanted to have a big dream. In the dream, the mountain flowers were like jade. It was as if he had seen an old friend, and he was overjoyed. I thought that short hair meant that I would have no worries. It turns out that long hair means that I have no desires and no one is interested in me. It was as clear as the lotus petals in the rain, and as soft as the wind in the willows. A glance was a glimpse of her beauty. Beauty. It was so beautiful. washed in ripples, clear and lustrous, I dream of my gorgeous dress. It felt as if a gust of wind had blown him down. Her hands are so beautiful. If she had my wedding ring, she would look even better. Shattered. After a big dream, the mountain flowers in the dream were like jade. It was as if he had seen an old friend, and he was overjoyed. Haha, Miss Hua, you're really awesome. How do you say it in Japanese? When the readers read this, would they think: " What are you writing? Go to hell." Your talent and beauty were only enough for me to be sick for a year. When I found you after this year, I was cured. It turns out that everyone is like this. There's nothing special about me. Oh, rub your head, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. After all, you're not considered beautiful. You see, I was sick for a year and found you. It can be seen that your things have made me very sick. Mu Xin is already dead. If I use his article, it won't be violated, right? When the dead sued me, they didn't have time, but the living knew about it. However, I wrote it so well that no one from the poor life saw it.
Since we parted
I haven't written for a long time
drink
And start writing again
I need to write something
She Wants to See
He also played the scene of a man riding a bamboo horse, playing with green plums around the bed, living together in a long dry place, two little children without suspicion, fourteen as a wife of a monarch, shy face never open, head down to the dark wall, thousands of calls do not answer, fifteen only to open eyebrows, willing to be with dust and ashes, always hold the pillar letter, how can I go to the husband's platform, sixteen princes travel far away, Qutang Yan pre-piled, May can not touch, apes cry in the sky sad, slow footsteps in front of the door, one by one green moss, moss deep can not be swept away, autumn leaves early autumn wind, August butterflies come, flying in the West Garden grass, feeling this hurt my heart, sitting sad beauty old. In the morning and evening, she went down to Sanba, prepared to report to her home, and welcomed her not far away. Even when the wind blew and the fire broke out, she still wore clothes with overlapping flower shadows. I'm still the same. After so long, I'm still writing such lousy jokes, adding familiar recipes, and familiar flavors. However, there are some things that I can't say. If I can't pass the trial, who else can I, George, talk to without you? Who asked her to like to watch? However, I was actually a fake Overlord. When Wu Jiang committed suicide, I still chose to kneel and beg for mercy. Wu Jiang committed suicide and would never see Concubine Yu again. If I knelt and begged for mercy, I would still be able to see you again. Although it was difficult, I made it. Therefore, no woman would miss me, because first of all, she would not cross River East. But I didn't do that, right? I smacked my lips. If my work gets a VIP, I'll give it to Meowmeow. I'll say that I'll give it to you and you can watch it. If she doesn't look, I'll say that you don't even look at this. It was indeed something that even dogs wouldn't look at. I'm that dog. I'll look at it myself. It was really uncomfortable. It was clearly the overlapping of the flower shadows. According to the Ming Sutra, where was the Ming Sutra? Nonsense. I haven't f * cking written the Ming Sutra yet. Tell me where the Sutra is. However, it can be simply said that the meaning of the Ming Sutra is that the bright mirror hanging high in the sky is not a platform, originally there is nothing, where can the dust settle. In fact, it was the meaning of Ethereal Mirage. It was about how to break the Ethereal Mirage. It was within sight but out of reach. They would wait and see. The lingering sound slowly lingered around me. I was immersed in the past and could not recall the past. Actually, as I was copying the book, I saw what was written and scolded the author, His article was published. Phoenix, phoenix! What is the decline of virtue? The past cannot be remonstrated with, but the future can be recalled. Soon, soon! Today's politicians are in danger! However, she was truly a peerless beauty. Oh, rub your head, don't cry, don't cry. Have you ever seen a man force himself on you?
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