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Categories: words and feelings
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Twenty years of love is not a dream. However, year after year, we just lost touch with each other, as if there is an invisible palm of fate, handing love to sow. Who knows, am I a poisonous poppy, or a Yumei? Valentine's Day, I prepared a good afternoon tea waiting for you, is your favorite Biluochun, the flag gun is clear, glistening as jade, in the curling tea smoke in the stretching dance, a branch and a leaf are written with...