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Grass does not want to grow up, it is afraid of grow up to be blown away by the wind. Bud to open, have a look the outside world wonderful. Butterfly reluctant at the leaves dry to color on the body. The brook, the sunset afterglow. The moon out of the shadow, night falls. All things natural, each have appeal. Passing of night, the seasons change color. Spring flowers in full bloom in summer, cicadas in the autumn wind sobbed, moon shone into the winter snow, snow flowing in the spring. With no go, can not stay. Little smile, a few degrees plum to open. I saw the world, Qingwa white walls. Dawn through the branches, smoke curl. The river rose full laundry beat sound, duck with a flutter of wings, like a pool of rain, stir me. The distant mist partly hidden and partly visible, convergence of the blue, blue sky flow in the river. Braun woke croak, long flowers saliva with dew, the refraction of sunlight glittering and translucent, Yan Yan shining sun spark. Immeasurably vast difference. Walking in the grass cluster, climbing hospitality leaves. Don't miss the wind swing flower fragrance, indifferent. The mountain recesses, spring flow through the place. The lily blooming alone, I met the first beautiful. Through the world. |
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