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御风而行之爱,犹如清寒之地古老的葬仪。——题记1夜色弥漫之际,飞蛾挥动翅羽撞击玻璃窗的柔软声响落入夜之孤寂。韦多林从睡梦中醒来,尚存余温的繁乱梦境使他一阵恍惚。他感觉记忆犹如一个谎,在其绽放的一刻,便于时光里欣然凋敝了。起身开了灯,韦多林看到萧童抱膝独坐在窗前的沙发上。临窗桌上的那束他傍晚从花店买回的黄色郁金香,散发着清淡香味。“我又看见了那顶飞在空中的红轿子。”
Love the winds of the imperial court, like the ancient cold funeral. - Inscription 1 night diffuse the occasion, the moth waving wing feather hit the soft glass windows into the night of loneliness. Wadolin woke up from his sleep, surviving the remaining warm dreams make him a while trance. He felt the memory is like a lie, at the moment of its bloom, to facilitate the time pleased to languish. Got up and turned on the lights, Weidolf Lin to see Xiao Tong tucked in the sofa sitting alone in front of the window. The yellow tulips he bought from the florists in the evening on the window table, exuding a light fragrance. “I saw the red sedan flying in the air again. ”