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| Facing the sea with spring flowers blossoming. This poem doesn't know how many people confuse the yearning for the sea's mood. Yearning for a house of their own in the seaside, the house has a towards the sea window or balcony, so I can see the rise of the blue sky the color of the ebb and flow, and the stars all over the sky under the sea and the sea the moon shines bright, thought that this can be far away from the noisy world, the ear is the sea voice, "the one with all kinds of desires of the heart will return to the pure and quiet. Born in the north, strong dust, Erdos Plateau was the north wind blowing I grew up, the dust weather in spring what sand, I be accustomed to, as long as gently nap, one day just passed. Catch good mood I wear footed pants, with wide trench coat, as dust in the wind blows the clothes, who is not good; the summer prairie grass green light from the sky down to one's heart; the fall of the grassland is charming beautiful color and short from yellow soil, yellow, straw yellow, orange golden, with incredible carmine red, cherry red, orange until Shen Zihong, prairie end it most beautiful amorous feelings, this time often for grassland for their proud; when autumn comes to the winter when the cold wind blow on the face and come, grassland overnight gaunt only a yellow. When the cold wind howling around the world, the love of this land is easily throw it in the wind, people hate not to like the migratory birds have wings, to the south, South, to the south, to have a coconut in Hainan Island, where there is blue sky blue sea and white beach, where the winter wind is used to the skirt, swaying out of the way the scenery. People in the north to Hainan always intentnesses swooped down on Sanya, there is a tropical, blue sea and sky, breeze, tropical rain forest, there are our hearts and exotic. Look forward to face the sea, with spring we are one family decided to stay in Sanya for a night,online loanI a month's salary in the Oceanfront hotel. The mood is not the spring, with a full heart of the tacky surface dew filled with love, to watch the sea roaring waves of mood is not much, my heart up waves if it is, if I had the money into my love but not willing to buy the dress would look like, if the money for a restaurant meal a meal I can do less how many meals...... In the night sky are also against me, the sky stars hiding behind the clouds, partition the antecedents of the sea the moon shines bright, down came the rain, wet my sorrow. Desert straight down the long river of the yen. Wuhai has been proud to stand at the door can see the scenery, look at Gandeer mountain from west to East, extraordinary as if done by the spirits like nature shows a long hair lying at the Bank of the Yellow River was born in beauty, the local colleagues proudly told me that the Yellow River is the mother. The the Yellow River mother belly, a museum is being built in the local government, like a freak like standing in our mother's belly tip. Under the same sun smoke haze more or less all day long struggle over the city, to see the blue clean day unexpectedly is a luxury thing, Wuhai is not easy to say I love you. Enough of the polluted air, Wuhai people like to buy a house in Hainan, I cannot avoid custom, in Qionghai also bought a small apartment, migratory birds from the use of the Spring Festival holiday. Wanquan River, around the hot springs town, Hainan country, many trees coconut, betel nut trees and I don't know, farmland in the know is a fruit or a vegetable field, is I like wandering all the day. Always thought that amidst the south just some kind of poetic drizzle, here always and I accidentaly across. Environment and husband this walking among them, listen to his idea of grand blueprint for money, I was filled with happiness, just like this forever static good years. My husband and I are out and out the chowhound, difference is his exquisite and delicate, something he ate, others are not. But I have no matter what fried chrysalis, fried grasshopper, roasted suckling pig would into the mouth of a try. On the streets of Wuhai,there are several carts selling fried stinky tofu and fried string, I am their regulars. Because the husband often scold me heavy traffic on the street, you also don't too dirty. I just love this earthly fireworks taste, noisy, crowded and a little bit of unsanitary. |
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