I stood in some cases, shut our eyes and gently, a long-winded Yun, flute dragged on for a long, full of pathos, Ruqirusu, so that all the unhappiness during the day, all night thinking, a piccolo flute Chuicheng. Sometimes while walking in the wind, the movement of fingers, the jump note, Zhu Yu Flaring to have blown a rapid heart beat, ears fever, breathless. The valley air-to-air, the faint piccolo, stifled the field, Qiuchong of Qi Qi, the lonesome lonesome player in the Yuemingxingxi night, not only shows the branches of the habitat can be Qiuchong. Ah wind blowing this way, the direct impact on West Ramp blown, blown straight refers to the lips numb, knowing Qiuchong blown straight, straight blown air-conditioning Qiulouzhanyi attacks, only slowly along the ridge back to the school. Qiuchong hide the acting, my loneliness all the more lonely.............
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