作者：秩名

Dear Lianrong

It is 1 59 am on February 1, 2017. Wednesday Everyone is on the road, hurry up, fate is just a handful of support, a greeting. Buddha said wanfa is born, is the fate, accidental meeting, muran looking back, doomed to each other's life, only the intersection of the moment.
Things like chess, boundless, people can meet to know each other, or love each other, is inevitable, is also accidental. In the unseen world, there is a saying or called fate of the dongxi. junzhu head, the tail of the jujiang, and drink a river water, this is geography. If the love of love, the marriage, that is called a line of marriage. Lotus paste, and I and you meet, also count, perhaps also destined to the fate of more than 30 days. There is a little blind spot in your eyes, let people first meet to meet, want to help you, want to know you, want to know you, but your micro motion, show out all the rejection, I can only be in your door door.

Like that poem, I hit the south of the river in the season, like the kailuo of lotus, if the streets don't ring, March chunwei is a beautiful mistake, I am not Returnees, is a passer want to do the biography, but I do not know where to start, can change their habits to help you out of the story, but you do not know

Sincerely wish you a good husband, not to exclude him, married, everyone has story, hope you can come out, don't be imprisoned by that hidden cage, wish you a happy life every day, come on, give your best wishes and the greatest support. Come on

yours Zhang Zixuan
゛萌面大叔