How long have you not heard the sound of the sea? From the balcony to the beach, the window can not be stored in the sunset, the frame can not be filled with embers; from sunrise to dusk, the stars fall into the eyes, the blue falls into the heart; Backhand, blowing in front of the subtropical tavern, sitting down late, watching the occasional soft lightning; backhanded city, on the coast of the subtropical sea, with silent wine, flooded the beaches that were not drunk, not drunk buildings; In front of you is a sea of unmoving colors, and my heart has been a hundred waves~ When I was a child, I didn’t know what to call “Fresh clothes and angry horses, and I was singing and calm,” but I always envy the unworldly freedom, just like the song “I once dreamed of walking the world with my sword, Take a look at the prosperity of the world, full of longing for the distance~ It coincides with the rain in the south, and it is tired of the cold, Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, but it is a small friend's "go to Saipan" central room. The intoxicating sea and warm sunshine in the memory gradually wake up, full of gold, bright and brilliant~
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How long have you not heard the sound of the sea? From the balcony to the beach, the window can not be stored in the sunset, the frame can not be filled with embers; from sunrise to dusk, the stars fall into the eyes, the blue falls into the heart; Backhand, blowing in front of the subtropical tavern, sitting down late, watching the occasional soft lightning; backhanded city, on the coast of the subtropical sea, with silent wine, flooded the beaches that were not drunk, not drunk buildings; In front of you is a sea of unmoving colors, and my heart has been a hundred waves~ When I was a child, I didn’t know what to call “Fresh clothes and angry horses, and I was singing and calm,” but I always envy the unworldly freedom, just like the song “I once dreamed of walking the world with my sword, Take a look at the prosperity of the world, full of longing for the distance~ It coincides with the rain in the south, and it is tired of the cold, Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, but it is a small friend's "go to Saipan" central room. The intoxicating sea and warm sunshine in the memory gradually wake up, full of gold, bright and brilliant~