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Parked in a small village of simple and I was a quarter of rain were recited a poem wet
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Distraction during the rainy season, such as Mongolia and Mongolia in the sun umbrella for all mortal beings submerged in the memory of the sun at the same time are also grateful to the moon, rain, rain submerged in a more gentle and kind to nourish the stars on earth have to be submerged into the mysterious floating down the Milky Way as a thought-provoking Legend of the vast land in turn I'm drowning in turning intermittent emergence of the depths of my heart a poem Linlinlili
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When the first rain of my heart opened to anyone wearing a curtain Entering non-Xiang Ying diffuse along the sleeve there is no root concern an uncontrolled run into a clean with smooth Su Jian windows are hazy thoughts Wanlv of rolling hills with my desire to have Amoy into a mountain to the other side of the cloud canopy Chuxiu Lala rain brawl between a huge success for Little Our Time percussion I can not close to the field must have a dream is Yin Yu started falling in the rain we learn to create time and space Tan expansive to write poetry, and a man
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(When the wind let the world in 10 million lines of silver, such as a tilt not want to pour down the forests and messaging in the near distance there is no rain only a sand jingle Camel Bell remembers the Voice of spring shade and river was sand dunes buried the silent cactus The inscription over razor sharp axes and the tall chimneys, as well as exceptionally clever guns are always busy place fertile Happy is not an epitaph only ad
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Bathed in the rain I know how to treasure their own treasure every hint of rain, such as cakes treasure every sip raindrop in a treasure every inch of the green leaves of the baptism of the land affected by rain cherish every second ticking ticking of the rain cherish the passing of each line polish off by the rain verse
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When the last drop of pure rain falling silently I deeply feel that the face of an increasingly noisy and crowded Renhuan this season rain and this poem, the same pale and weak in the coming days for each one clear some screw does not always penetrate We will do the memories of those memories of growing old quietly left this poem in the first wet the face of future generations if they can not moist and Xintian can also help them to clarify the original concept of rainwater
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