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It became a king, probably because it is the most beautiful. Animals deep in the desert listen to its commands and do what dreams and people want to do, such as carrying the bodies of people who have entered the desert and thirsty for death, or hope for those who are about to face death. It is only by the will of the dream, whoever calls them are not as beautiful as dreams! Of course, this is only the only story in the desert. In fact, the dream is really beautiful. Its wings are black and simple, but there are golden flowers. It drags into the desert and breaks into a desert. Well, in fact, dreams. I don��t know if this is the first of thousands, but he is the farthest away, that is, the one closest to them. Everything is like the story that happened. The dream has produced a mind that goes out. Because it wants the outside world to be beautiful. Then everything happened so smoothly, and the dream was attached to the man��s clothes and left the desert. The place where it ruled, when the dreamer saw the city, finally understood why the jewelry on the man was so beautiful. As we all know, when a beautiful butterfly bows out of the present city, this is a very unusual thing. When the dream student was about to leave, he was discovered, and the dream student was caught in the cage. Dreams first felt not panic, but surprised, surprised that the cage was so beautiful, but intoxicated, he could actually be in such an environment. Dreaming in this cage is so beautiful, I really hope that I can stay in it for a day, two days, three days, the color of its wings is gradually dimmed, it quietly leans on the gauze on the cage, watching it always white yarn. It is still thinking, this is really beautiful. Just then a little boy opened the door of the cage and dreamed of struggling with wings. He flew out of the cage, "Butterfly, it turned out to be a butterfly, so beautiful, come come, let us catch it," the boy called. "Catch the butterfly, the butterfly, is it me?" The dream student fluttered and thought, just then, a thing rushed to the face, the dream was scared, it escaped by instinct, and quickly flew away the dream. When I came out and looked at a pile of strange but beautiful things, I felt a little excited. If someone raises their head at that time, they can see a black butterfly dragging the streamer flying in the sky above the sky. At this time, the creatures deep in the desert have been brutally killed after missing the dream. The new king, whose name is called Dream Death, has been flying slowly. It sees a fresh flower, lined with green leaves, neatly arranged, and it is ready to fly over and stop at the flower. When I had a good rest, I ran into a hard thing. Can't get in? This is impossible in the scope of dreams, and in its eyes, this is a path. Mengsheng flew again and then hit it again. Now when someone comes to the greenhouse, you can see a black figure continually hitting the glass. Until the night fell, the dream finally fainted. When it opened its eyes again, it only saw the crooked moon at the top of the head. The wind swept over the leaves above the head, as if singing a song. Dreams fly out of this forest, watching the distant high-rises and the land divided into one Marlboro Lights. These are the scenes that are not found in the desert, but I don��t know why. At this time, when I saw such a beautiful city, I always felt that these beautiful things could not touch the cars on the road, such as night ghosts, on the road, dreaming of being on the road. At one end, looking at the light at that end, gave birth to a timid mentality, dreams began to fear, always felt that it did not belong to it, began to fear, when it flew forward, it was an inexplicable barrier dream to look at themselves Gradually yellowing the wings, watching yourself no longer beautiful body, thinking: Are you really beautiful? It seems that the red light green wine in the distance looks more beautiful. Dreams can't find a reason to live. Dreams want to go back to the desert, return to where it is the most beautiful place, and return to there to have their own existence. The place of meaning. Now in its heart, the most beautiful is not its own, it is not a city, but its desert dreams sniff the smell of the desert in the air Marlboro Cigarettes, flying to the desert with its own feelings, the trace of the air. The taste of the desert is the only hope in the dream at this time. It stops and stops, carefully discerning the smell in the air. After a few days, Mengsheng has been searching for a desert journey. However, the dream did not notice that the sky was getting darker, the dark clouds began to gather, and the sky occasionally flashed, and a heavy rain was coming. The rain washes the dust of the city, and at the same time washes the breath of the desert. The dream seeks a place to hide. It looks at the downpour outside and thinks about what it is, so beautiful. Yes, the butterfly that has been in the desert for a long time knows the charm of the rain. Of course, it does not know what the rain does. The reality is that the dream student who is in the dream is in the first place. It reacts. The air has no desert taste. The dream is flying to a very high place, so that it can be seen farther. It has always been in one direction. Flying, I don��t know how long it flies. When the thin air is approaching the dream with the shadow of death, the dream student reacts and he has already flown very high. When it is about to give up, it suddenly smells the desert. Hot taste. Under the scent of the scent Newport Cigarettes, the dream gradually approached the desert, and finally in his perspective, there was a desert figure. Yes, that is the home of dreams, the birth of dreams. As it enters the desert, it looks at the familiar site and uses all its strength to fly deep. But it does not know, in a corner of the desert, there is a pair of indifferent eyes looking at it, with ridicule and disdain, and a black rain over the desert.
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