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Look at you on the left and see you on the right. Yingshan red flowers on your cheeks, bringing surprises of the mountains in spring. Yun Yan Yi Yi, gently bring away the tiredness, bring a light bamboo forest clear sound. Bamboo shoots are pecking through the soil, peeping at the lingering face of the morning light. Take off a green leaf and use it to sound the sound of bamboo forest without dancing. The soil was loose and wet, while I was reading a book in which people were holding a pile of loess and saying goodbye to last night. It is easy to get cold, which is a characteristic of the present and also a common feature of this season. It is close to the solar term of Qingming Festival. I don’t wear much, which is not enough to resist the cold at this moment. Kezhouqiujian, frosty. At the beginning, the most beautiful one was that year, I had “idiom one point”. It has been strange for a long time. How many desires of old trees are hidden in ten annual rings? The cedar tree has a lot of worries. Lightning and thunder, wild wind and rain, hot summer and cold, if life is calm, they will not have the desire to grow higher, closer to the sky. Still. Scenery, still. Shivering, in typhoon, almost every year. However, with their strong will, they never waver. Time and time again, growth gives them the courage to realize this desire. Whether you stop or stand, the figure or back of others always go in a hurry. Like a silky and soft satin hanging on the bamboo branch, it always goes with the wind. Maybe there will be only one person left in the end. After returning to spring, he will return to his hometown. In the Qingming Festival, a handful of white sand will be scattered in the rain one after another, waiting quietly for the Scarlet Heart to turn into fog in the rain, until a state where things are forgotten. If there is leisure feeling coming to the mountain at this time every year, yes, it is not difficult to find that Azalea, at this time every year, will smile with Jade face, tears melt the spring, and use dark fragrance to attract butterflies that melt spirit, if there is no mistake in guarding a Millennium agreement, there should be a scene of Li Chongguang drinking poison thousands of years ago. Childhood will back the xiang jian huan “, only that understand: wordless alone on West Building, month hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard lock Qing Qiu. Cut ceaseless, and chaotic, is Sky. Don’t worry about the general taste. Now it is Yu Meiren, which is also good: when is the spring flower and autumn moon? Past know how much. Small building last night and Dongfeng, motherland painful moonlit in. The carved jade building should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much worry can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. The key chain follows me, Lingling sounds and all kinds of pleasant birds. Birds hide well in the mountains. I believe they are shuttling through trees, but I rarely find them. The Caterpillar on the gardenia tree is greedy to sleep, lazy and fat. No flowers, its fragrance is still so fragrant, thick, but can not smell more, smell for a long time, people’s heart will be drunk. I am not deeply involved in the world and have not experienced enough. How many creatures are looking forward to and unwilling to live in this moment? Naturally, fantasy is not forbidden, but it will not encourage people to drink poison to quench thirst. Life is destined to be complicated, rather than people make them complicated. The swallow pecked at new mud, which was a beautiful scenery in the sky. But I believe that it can evoke those lovesickness far away from other places: swallows can return to their homeland, and what about me? Slingshot was once a treasure in children’s hands, but nobody knew how many swallows it made them soft. Grandpa, can you tell me how to make the flat ground generate waves? Wisps of blue smoke, white ripples, swallows falling on the branches, and clouds depend on the morning sun. I don’t remember the scenes when my grandfather held me and smiled when I was young. I can’t remember those words that I once said, but only the nostalgia of Yiyi still drifted between heaven and earth. A little barrier, Abyss; Cold air, around the sleeping land. How much dust returned to the Earth, relying on it, it returned to the starting point and found the purpose and destination. Looking to the left, what will be on the right? Looking up, what will it be? Few morning stars can also be said like this, but they, those stars, are not seen in the daytime, no matter it is sunny or dark clouds. Who is frustrated seems proud. It is better to hate people than water. 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