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The village in February was mixed with a trace of coldness in the mild rising sun. With the alternation and lightness of spring, the winter jasmine on the roadside is a kind of light goose yellow and a kind of light sadness. The soft wind crossed the mountain and came with the fragrance of Spring Girl. Under the gentle touch of the gentle wind, the smoke from the kitchen is warm and dancing, and the fields are peaceful and quiet. A kind of elegant beauty lingered in my heart, and the words always dispelled the sadness of lovesickness timely, giving me endless warmth and attachment. In the village of February, everything has a new look due to the change of seasons. The stream flowing happily all the way, the mountain seems to hear the little trees blooming, and the withered yellow grass at the foot of the mountain, which seems to reveal some news of spring. It is easy to breathe when walking in the village. It seems that you can hear a small drum beating on your chest, and the rhythm is getting stronger and stronger. There is a big tree beside the road, which is not as good as before. At this moment, let go of happiness and sadness. The Brook gurgling along the road is like a set of notes, which are high and low, forming a soft rhyme song. Flowing water and bamboo forest outline a beautiful picture. The water was clear to the bottom, which made people unable to help playing with the child’s mind. Bamboo leaves are made clear, swaying in the wind. At this moment, bamboos, streams and rocks accompany me. The breeze blows away the dust all over the world, making my heart rest. In the village of February, my heart was brought to a far place by the soft wind, where I had deep thoughts. A candle light shines brightly in the soft wind. Morning Glow likes the color of water, swimming naked one after another beautiful light. The soft wind holds a rootless flower, meditating on the quiet blue. The Jianjie River, covered with spring scenery, is filled with river water in the elegant thoughts, bending a wave of aura. I took the tender affection sent by the soft wind and looked at the firecrackers lit by the boy, which made me very happy. Maybe there is a pair of poet’s hands, taking on the passion accumulated in winter, with elegant warmth and lightness, brushing his eyebrows lightly. Jianjie River rolls over and over in the soft wind. A night star is drunk and falls into the embrace of the river, listening to the broad feelings of the river. The soft wind swept over the river, and the little fish was just like a girl in the spring. The Yin was always accompanied by the water, and the fragrance of the spring was lively. The village in February flew across my heart with a wisp of emotion. After experiencing the cold winter, the affection is as calm as a mountain, as pure as an orchid, as gorgeous as a morning glow, and as light as a stream. The words in my dream have set sail. When the soft wind blows through your hair, I will receive the poem I wrote for you. The alarm clock of life is always non-stop. The temperature of life stays in the cold of last season and has not yet been thawed. It seems that it has gradually lost its heartbeat in the noise. Although the spring of February is still early, it seems to be a slowly unfolded picture in front of me, which is spreading the information of spring slowly. When the fireworks were in March, there were luxuriant grass and miscellaneous peanut trees. Put the glass full of deep thoughts in your palm, and keep warm and warm feelings. It will also make you and me together, grateful to the beautiful village brought by February. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…