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Muki sat on the table, staring at a table of food, eyelashes smile curved: "well, OK. I'm going to start. "

"Well. Eat it, or the food will be cold. "

Zuo en sat opposite her and watched her gobbling up. The bottom of her heart was filled with happy and sad tides.

I wish I could look at her like this forever, until the end of time.

A meal for a long time, really for a long time, because the time is too fast to let the loss, so, with her, always hope that time can go slower, slower.

As if this life time, so generous indulgence here.

The moon is silent, and the evening wind is silent. Here only ordinary life in tea, rice, oil and salt endless lingering.

Out of the window, the dense jungle, covered by overlapping green branches.

Jerome was already asleep, and he fell asleep like this, regardless of the day, or the ground, or whether the next second, life would disappear.

He held on to Shuluo's dress as if he had grasped everything.

Because I'm afraid of losing, I always hope that time can stop in this second - stop. Only because, at this moment, my heart is so abundant!

Shuluo's long and dexterous fingers still stroked on the harp, because his brother liked to listen; he would sleep quietly and quietly.

So, as long as my brother likes, let him always pull the strings, because at that moment, time will stop.

Leaning on Xuan's body, Chui snored gently. He was asleep because he was too tired.

Is the heart tired, the real heart tired, so remove all the camouflage, let the heart open on the earth, seriously sleep.

Those who have good sleep have good fortune.

A few colorful butterflies, along the soft and ethereal music, dance Qingling dance steps, around the lake of stars, all the way to find flowers, lightly come.

They were lightly attached to the four teenagers and refused to leave.

Dazzle staring at them and smiling gently, holding the weight of Che in the left hand and the pen in the right hand, I began to write a poem on the white paper:

My Butterfly

push open the window, the past butterfly like colorful flying;

I am in a good time, because of you, sweet crazy.

Who said that you should stay with me forever;

when you look for someone else, your voice is dim.

Spring breeze and moonlit night, the wind sings softly on the water side;

so, tears make me nowhere to prevent

Your beauty, peach blossom and flowing water;

I sit by the piano, because of you, the music is disordered.

Whose thin wings have caressed my face;

is it true that when dawn comes, dreams will set sail.

Spring breeze and moonlit night, my dream sings softly, on the water side;

the lingering missing makes me have no place to hide

Your lips are soft, sweet and pure;

I'm in the tunnel of time and space, and I'm waiting for you.

However, the flowers in the thorns are fragrant only one night.

the beauty of a moment breaks into my heart.

Spring breeze and moonlit night, flowers sing softly in the water side;

my love, like a butterfly in full bloom!

Dazzles the black eye light, looks at the boundless night sky, becomes profound incomparably.

He knew everything about sweet potato wood, but even if he did, he pretended to know nothing and see nothing.

Heart tear pain, pain numb, may be able to calm it.

This night is so quiet that people want to cry. Because of losing, they know something better. When they decide to let go, they can't even have the qualification to cry.

Shuluo took off his coat and gently covered Jerome's body. The night sky was so quiet that only the stars were still staring and blinking.

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