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June, we graduated together, youth, we are crazy together, the future, we will render together…
A piece of paper with a light text, stranded the starlight of the night, a silhouette of a curtain, dimming the streamer of the early summer, a picture of a lilac, forever time like jade.
Yearly, the grass is green again, and the full-faced value of the wind is accompanied by the evening wind. The plain language is warm and the world is warm, and the Han Dynasty is full of love.
Moss flowers, and the world is flowing. Graduation of the street corner, the colorful school flowers, opened all over. The friendship is full of enthusiasm, Han Shuo has a long-lasting fragrance, and the eyes are flowing with gentleness, scenting the fragrance of the season. Beside the red building, next to the singer, the youth of each other will never leave.
When loves the late red maple, it falls into the mud in the wind and rain, when the oranges are in the head, the neon is slightly stunned at midnight. When the Dada horseshoes, gradually drifting away, the voices are no longer ringing, all the way to the pits, stumbling all the way, I have you on the road, how lucky, because of you, touched the warmth.
When you meet you, you are blue, as vast and vast as the clear sky, just like the ocean is magical and magnificent.
When you meet you, you are dark green, like a green bamboo, like a grassland like a vast expanse.
When you meet you, you are like Jingjiang Jingjing, just like Yuxia Chengyu. I will deeply and deeply cherish you in the album of life.
faint clouds, faint tears, faint years old, gentle wind, gently blowing, gently morning morning faint .
Everyone is at Hu Da, Jin Sai. When you think of you, you will rise and bloom, and the sky will be very clear. Even if you are wandering alone, there is a place for you, poetry and distance.
The north of Xiangbei is very sweet The yin and the dark blue-like memory are
The rhododendrons in the south-south to the south, colorful and fascinating, with a shallow watery flow
The sunset reclines, reincarnation of the love of the late maple red purple poetry; Xiangshuibei, the thousand-year string song of the school, the Lancome, continued to write The spirit of Hunan is the first.
The vicissitudes of the past, gradually disappeared, the future glory, slowly return. The millennium school, the economy, the centuries-old school, the string songs constantly. Yuhu Lake, Huashi Qifang, such as the poem of the same Zhuzhuyuan.
A cut , . After a long time as a hometown, the Millennium School is the hometown.
The night is full of Xiangyue, and half is bitter and sweet. Difficult to paint the amphibious butterfly, when it comes to the hook.
One season red maple season orange, half is not half-hearted. Lushan Temple in Lushan Mountain, love to stop late before the evening.
Sunshine season, graduation season, cherish the time we have walked together. On the next journey, we will sketch our own sky on a different road!