晓薇手迹
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. And only when I smile that I can see the angel passing over ^o^
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这一天最大的感想是:就送晓薇的人最多......
Sorry ~~~
我的亲友团实在是庞大,谁叫我大牌呢,哈哈哈哈哈哈
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