Red Mo Mo snow, scattered with flowers---摩诃小散

Some wind in life. Some scenes, always in the years, playing the story of the faraway, some deciduous. Floating branches, flying in the wind, such a season, such memories. I do not know how long I can show in the years, but I know that the road we have taken will leave some surprises that we could not have anticipated. Life is so. The years have followed, through the sea of ​​time. Borrow day silent silence, drifting with their own horizon.

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