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04.06.2019 09:21
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he past is like the lights of Beijing at night, a little bit swaying, thousands of stars, being drowned in the bustling and bustling city, but I can only sigh at the window. The screen of the computer reflects the names of your QQ friends. Some of them have been dark for a long time, and some are on the line. I feel the distance in the shaking of the hand holding the mouse. Dear, you must be very good, life must be more colorful than before, learning may be busy, you must have a new good friend, you will be able to laugh as happy as before. Even if I am not sorry, I am very contradictory. I don��t want others to be friends with you Marlboro Lights, and I hope that you will continue to be happy. It is not accidental, but inevitable, the gift of destiny for the innocent encounter we had on that campus six years ago Online Cigarettes. At that time, we still didn't know that encounters meant that there must be separation, and that ignorance and innocence were like the most precious and most gratifying things in the box of the soul. Nowadays, because of the years, the dust has turned into a lament to the parting, and the first to see the cruelty of society. People will change Carton Of Cigarettes, just like I saw a neon light screaming beautifully six years ago Parliament Cigarettes, but now I will sigh the vicissitudes of life. Time is on the left and feelings are on the right. The youthful youth time will be drawn like a shadow in life, and it may be long and long. Maybe when I was seven or eighty years old, I would tell the descendants of the old days like the other old people. Sometimes I suddenly think of you, in just a few months, but I can no longer remember the appearance of the classroom, time will dilute everything, it is too cruel. But I will work very hard and I will write to your elementary school & remember your name and face, because I am afraid to pass you by the street, I don��t know that person has been with me for a long time. Our road is still very long and long, just ending the short elementary school time. The dream is secretly hiding in the sails of the ship of youth, and drifting gently in the waves of the years. The farewell is not a person, the heavens are not human, the Buddha said: Origin, in the crowd, I saw you; Yuan scattered, I saw you, in the crowd I have been walking on the road without you for five months. I just want to say, thank you for your company, I miss you so much. I suddenly wanted to write a letter to you Newport Cigarettes, even though I don't know if you can see it. |
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