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The wind was a little fierce, and the cherry blossoms beside the embankment seemed to be gone. Petals were scattered on the water one by one, with stars and dots, falling and falling, and a few spots of residual red. They followed the boat to shake and swing, winding all the way to the east. The spring scenery of a year has finally fallen into mud. Where is the soul of the fragrance? To learn that sister Lin stole the hoe and shed tears alone, and saw blood stains on the branches. Ask the end of the sky, where is the incense Hill? Just sigh in vain! The Chinese wheel has passed away, and it has reached the midsummer. From now on, there will be green moss courtyard left, full of Yuqian. Then I took out the letter paper to see those tiny osmanthus flowers becoming more and more smooth and yellow like the old moon. Small, slender crescent moon. It is the first month of junior high school. It is not round and slim. It seems that the wind blows, and it can be dispersed. http://www.sanwenzx.com/index.php?upcache=1 He raised his hand and thought to pick up a piece of it, but suspected that the crisp yellow was the faint light smoke, the lonely flower shadow in the mountain, and unexpectedly, A yearning destiny left on the letter. Under the Sun, on the glass table, the messy flower bones, scattered words, and a love affair that could not stop and could not stop talking appeared or disappeared between the swaying branches on the windowsill. This is a small, sealed space, a clear, beautiful and dark floating space. Does every woman have such a space? Deep in the bottom of my heart, far away from the dust world, far away from the complicated and flashy, here, only me and my existence. It seems like a flower or not a flower, and no one cherishes it. Throw home by-pass, consider is, ruthless “a thinking spring proof: Bipartite dust, sub-water. Spring Go also! And I’m still here. Pieces of flying flowers and dancing eyes, idle sorrow scattered between the smoke and water. We can only live. Only the flow of spirit and emotion makes us alive. [Responsible editor: Leaves]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…