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Each piece is worthy of collection, every time is worth forgetting
👆One year running around, who encountered the dust edge; a treasure, Tianya people who do not have; a little consonance, who recalled leaning on the fence;
👆A kind of love for Acacia, who has been given free time; One river and the moon, whoever rewarded them; A winter snow, who forgets the Yanbo;
👆A pot of turbid wine, who was drunk; I was a bloke, who scorned; a text message, who only loved it; some thinking, who is who.
👆The cycle of life is scattered and scattered. Standing on the other side of the fleeting year, look back at the passing time.
👆The years are memories of the hourglass, leaving only fragments of pieces. Each piece is worthy of collection, and each period is worth remembering.
👆In the vast sea of people, meeting is a kind of fate. Every encounter is a beautiful encounter. Every gathering is a doomed fate. The fate is met but not demanded.