Inadvertently, the sprays of green branches and leaves touched the drying hearts of all living beings, turned around, and looked at this eloquent world. What can we do with the sludge under our feet, the hubbub in front of us and the strange and indifferent appearance? Qing Qing, zhuo zhe self-turbidity. Practice the motto of the whole life and lift the verdant dream higher than the sky and wider than the sea. An old man with an exotic accent is coming towards you. Wow this Filbert! I can’t say anything more. All languages are redundant burdens. I don’t know how long she can accompany us? I only pray that the silent admiration of young eyeballs can blossom gorgeous flowers every night. 2014.4.23. This moment in the morning. Setting sun shining. Like a Girl in Huaichun, she pulled a red silk scarf and slipped to the other side of the mountain with her face half covered. Smoke shiny, pulled mountain mist walk. Where have I been? Big Banyan Tree. Bird of Paradise. The place where the sound of books gurgling was The Paradise of birds. Clusters of green along the Twilight lip lines spread gracefully and flourished into a paradise where birds sing and rest. The embrace of toon tree became the competition scene of performing the sounds of nature. Long-lost music flows slowly over the head. I am intoxicated with my body and mind, forgetting the steps ahead, and even forgetting where I am today. Now. Breeze, blooming, falling on the smiling faces of children. The scent of locust flowers tied on the little girl’s horn braid is loose. Like a brave man who was drunk, he knocked me over. Sweet flowers. Flocked. All the Way was unimpeded, jumping up and down in my body. The feeling of dizziness turned out to be so wonderful! Calm. Calm. Deep breathing, deep breath. Calm. Lift wrist. 19:20. I stepped up my steps and covered my chest tightly with the Secret of Sweet perm. In high spirits, I walked into a group of women in the mood of love. Looking at them quietly, how the fan blows them away, how the depression in the heart and how the eyebrows bend, stretch into the bud tip of happiness. At this moment, the tranquil joy, like a flood, surrounded me and drove me to a corner where I had nowhere to retreat. I had no choice but to pretend and brush a few strokes to draw a sketch to reward my lost and recovered consciousness. 2014.4.21, late. Which naughty ghost is going to set out to the sunny place? Press the switch of sunshine to make the warmth of joy flickering? The Children’s Voice of milk is vague, eager to leap over the pure desire. That is like the fragrance of Lotus, which makes the laziness of the afternoon clean and spotless. Several crisp birds’ singing incited the dream of flourishing wind and water, and flew over my window. The contest between steel saw and aluminium alloy was finally compromised and resolved in the way of blaming and kissing. Their romance disturbed the peace of the streets. I saw the seeds of happiness, breeding new hopes, waiting for the green, and a heartbeating process of the old world. The wind stopped and the floor was leisurely. The Yellow Horn tree beside the bridge is more beautiful than the town’s history of more than 400 years, and also has luxuriant foliage, but there is no vehicles to come and go. The pedestrian’s eyes are lush and dense. I leaned down, swept away the sigh from far to near, shook my short hair, and set out to the sunny place 20144.22. In the afternoon

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