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The trees were blown away by the piercing north wind and stood bare, enduring the strong wind and cold.

gzjqkt.cnThose who have been knocked down must let people know that they have been knocked down.Han Han seems the safest thing is to keep a carrier pigeon.

Han Han, general manuscript, problems of military training, Han Han talks about military training in middle schools.Han Han, the general manuscript and the question of Chinese, answers the questions of his own articles in his readers' school Chinese test paper.Like is just a kind of inertia, hate but need to constantly push themselves.

Power is higher than the right you do your best to defend.I really can't imagine when two people are in love, suddenly there will be a person who is neither my parents nor the other's parents, saying: No, you can't be together.

Han Han, the famous source of persecution of students in sanchongmen.

gzjqkt.cnHan Han's failure in ideology and morality is better than no thought.Loneliness is the tears left by missing. It breaks the horizon, but it can't get rid of the impermanence of the world. Infatuation is scattered all over the place, like withered flowers, falling into the dust, breaking whose thoughts.

You quietly into my life, and disappeared in my world, the original blank emotional page, is fragmented fragmentary chapters, although God has given me the inspiration of the text, but also can not write this is what kind of pain.Missing tears, scattered in the heart, painful memories, looking back, feeling has been cold, pain is also deep.

Winter, this white winter is not cold, but no one understands my sadness. In the days as plain as a day, my memory has long been fixed into a bleak riverside painting, cold and desolate. Why is there only desolation and desolation in my eyes? How many times the flowers on the skirt, how many times the dead leaves brush the window, and how many times the autumn geese take away your smile.Seeing the story of a broken Town, the kite flies by,