I love

It was last autumn. With a happy mood, I rushed to the happy mood, in order to meet you. As soon as you were in your arms, you hugged me with fire-like enthusiasm. Happiness blows my mouth, pieces of red leaves, waving to me frequently, attracting me to your side. In autumn, you are so plump and warm! The red mountains cover your whole body. I know, this is your fiery feelings. I can’t help your enthusiasm. I am intoxicated with your surroundings and enjoying your maturity and harvest. On the curved Persimmon Tree, among the thick leaves, orange-red persimmon is hung on the branches. I took the drawbar in the old man’s hand and picked a golden persimmon into the bag. The woman who was burning the fire took out Persimmon from the cloth bag and buried it into the red firewood charcoal. After a while, the aunt used a piece of pumpkin leaf to hold the braised persimmon and handed it to my hand. The burnt Persimmon becomes soft and sweet. When tasting it while it is hot, even the children in the mountain can’t tell the beauty of the taste! After eating Persimmon, try pear. Behind the old man is Pear Garden. The agricultural proverb says that in July, the seed of peach and pear in August, and persimmon seeds in September turn red. The pears on the tree have been picked, and there are only a few scattered among the sparse branches. The old man said that this year’s pears were thick and full of trees. From the joy of the old man, I regret that I am late. Seeing the pears still existing on the branches, I couldn’t help climbing up the pear tree and picking them down carefully. I took a bite, that crisp, that sweet, straight to the bottom of my heart. The old man said, this is a tribute! It has a good variety and is called chiban pear. I just remembered that this pear I am known. There was a record in Zibo’s history of wind and material, which was sweet and crisp. It is said that it can be divided into eight petals after being torn apart from the pear handle! I didn’t expect you to enjoy the treatment of the Emperor. Say goodbye to the old man, I climbed the hillside. The red haws everywhere are welcoming me! In autumn, Hawthorn is red, but it is sour. I know, you provoked me on purpose! Are you trying to let me know the smell of your missing? Seeing You, my heart is full of sweetness. I will find sweet haws from the full slope of hawthorn trees! That is a wild little Hawthorn. The peel is fine, the pulp is sour and sweet, and the taste is the best. This is the reward you gave me secretly. If you don’t believe it, look at others. They are busy picking those big Haws! With the sweetness in my heart, I walked towards that eye spring! Sun Bin had a dream and became the matchmaker of you and me. Weak water is three thousand, I only want you, Mengquan! If the mountain is your eyebrow, then the spring is your autumn wave. Spring water rippling blue waves. I slowly walked into the spring. A handful of clear water seems to touch your eyes. The slow stream is clearly the tears you don’t give up when you separate. I looked at the sky and Sunset sinking, days has recession. This is your reminder that I have to return. You are affectionate, I am more reluctant to give up. I would like to lie in your arms and look up at the stars at night. Because that’s your eyes, blink, blink, flash! So, I won’t leave. In your villa on the hillside, I will accompany you to listen to the roaring mountain wind and watch the stars shine! But I also know that the autumn wind is your call. You want to tell me that you must come to see me in spring and spring! So, this spring, I came again. Unexpectedly, you are so handsome in spring! The begonia flowers in the mountains are white like snow, pink like clouds; The forsythies flowers on the cliffs are so light that they are not as splendid as those in the past! The coquettish peach and apricot secretly put up the rich and colorful. The tender leaf buds bloom quietly, showing me the faint spring. Where is the gorgeous peach blossom? I know you buried it quietly! Did xiao er entrust you? I don’t think so, it must be your heart! Facing the soft spring breeze, I climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking at the huge fu character and longevity character beside you, lying quietly on your smooth back. I couldn’t help lying down. Blend into your arms and bathe in your breath, which is the comfort and freedom of your heart! I stood up and stood on your broad backbone, enjoying the warm sunshine and letting the breeze blow my face. I think the Green Mountain is so charming, and it is expected that the Green Mountain will treat me as well. Facing the rolling mountains, I shouted loudly: Mengquan, I love you! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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