**10,000 Fans Incentive Plan
Wen Zhenxi
I'm waiting for you in the spring, and I can't wait for the season when the flowers fly.
The rain has fallen, the spring is still there, and the lingering thoughts can't wait for your return.
The world treats me with a thought, and the spring flowers fall into my heart. Affection, that's romantic words, can't write your vows.
Bit by bit, you remember the places you have been, let the dead wood sprout new buds, and let the dead grass regenerate new hope.
A spring rain, hazy, a lonely boat, rippling in the south of the Yangtze River, forgetting the loneliness of the world.
A tear recreates yesterday's scene, moisturized lips touch your kiss, who cares about that spring breeze.
The vow of love has arrived, whose life has fallen into thoughts, and the flowers in the world have bloomed.
Looking at the pale world, whose life has the sadness of the years.
A drop of sweat, ploughing an acre of flower fields, waiting for the results of spring and autumn.
At dusk, the green silk has gray hair, who remembers the promise of the world.
The sparse shadows ripple in the world, looking forward to a loneliness in life. The rain fell one after another, breaking someone's heart and wetting someone's sleeve.
Holding the oil-paper umbrella in the world, step by step, towards the depth of love.
A wisp of wind blows quietly, whose life is infected with wind cold?
The strings of longing have been lengthened, the wind on the eyebrows has stopped, and the red dust of the world has flowed from the fingertips.
The vicissitudes of life are the fate of the world. The years are just right, and the volume is cloudy.
Cool raindrops, memories of a lifetime. A dream of an empty cup, when can we redeem the original heart.
Sober vows, waiting for the shadows of flowers in the moonlight, shattering the stars, drunk, bright moon.
A poem, a wine, a year, a flower, a grass and a fragrance.
The drizzle is silent, but the affection is deep. In the years of streamers, it carries the joys and sorrows of the world.
Spring is getting stronger, flowers are blooming, and waiting for the spring breeze to come, but also waiting for the wind and rain to stop.
The tenderness in the shallow years, when the smoke and rain fall into the world, half floating, half amazing.
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