Pain or itching in happiness

Author: Jiang Zhendong, Editor-in-Chief
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Publish Date: 2004-10-01
Features: Love is innocent, I fell in love with my friend's girlfriend, forgetting the night's rose. In fact, none of us is a fragrant flower; we are all his "backup lovers," the "fickle 'building flower.'" I built a paradise for my rival. During the SARS period, I was your "blue confidant." That. When she cried, I took away love. A delicious milk mother arrived, and the husband ran away. The husband and ex-wife declared: We don't love each other, but we meet. At the moment love blooms, I am not that dazzling rose. Kissing my baby, Mom's sorrow is like a river. Forget it, let's forget it, he's not the sky above your head. Go home, maybe everything is still in time. Love is red, it's the traces of frost and wind.