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Love story of Peking University (10)
He shook the pomegranate. "You prepared so many fruits for me. Why should I leave? "
He said that there is a moon city in the suburbs, where poets get inspiration. I can take you to play.
She asked anxiously, "When?"
Maybe tomorrow. He said, listen to your friend, there will be a get-together tomorrow, will you sing?
She smiled and said, I'm afraid I'll have a stroke on the stage.
He said, then I'll prepare the first aid kit.
She forgot what she said when she left, except that he held out his hand as a sign of their first acquaintance, and they shook hands. Her hands are cold and wet, full of sweat. She shrank back blankly.
At the get-together, dark people sat below, and Xiao Xiaohong held the guitar and tuned the microphone. Her eyes met him when she hurriedly plucked the strings. His subtle eyes passed through the lens, casting some guesses, some surprises and some sensory enjoyment. She is charged all over.
Walking on earth
Who's calling in my ear?
So familiar but far away.
Why is it always difficult to meet each other in infatuation?
Wandering in the windy midnight
Whose sigh is floating in Hazama jade?
So helpless and regretless
How many dreams of past lives are left in this life?
Even if gathering and parting is fate.
You should also move the sky with your heart.
Even if it changes. ...