[Cp] I was in the twilight of a pen, some beautiful hook, curl Yiyi. Ink smudges open into blossoming ripples, wind invited grinding the ink, please listen to the years. Every time you put pen to paper will outline poetic figure, skirts with flowers, wind flat years. Huang Jingyu # # [/ cp]
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