Mingyue, a flash of flashes, hanging the sky; thoughts, a smooth, connected to the line; memories, one scene, in front of the eye; I hope, a year, one year, people are full.
Sorrow is slightly, happiness is for a lot of happiness from nowherence, and the derivative of your blessings is strict than zero, and the advancement of time is nearly infinite, I wish Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
I am desperate, Zixia left me, the master is too embarrassed, the Niu Deyang borrows my money, it is hard to buy the water curtain hole but by the Bodhisattva maliciously. It is still possible to go online, send a text message, I wish the second dividend.
When the heat is gradually leaving, I feel that the warm season is coming quietly. I can forget this moment, I can't forget it to say to you: You are happy, I am happy, I wish Mid-Autumn Festival!
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