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Wax plum

The cicadas are bitter in summer, and the snow is moist in winter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAutumn ripples, the beginning of spring.

The ethereal clouds drifted into the distance, and they began to reminisce about the past long away from the setting sun. Xianyun reflects, scene by scene, little by little, the past is close in the reverie. Thoughts travel through the millennium, you think. ——

The cloud took a step, I took a step, and we began to have common thoughts. Sweet, bitter, spicy, sour, ......, mixed feelings, sometimes chaotic, sometimes awake, sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear, a gust of wind blows, stirring up my hair and sideburns. She Xiao Zhang folded a few wax plums for me. As a result, the fragrant wax plum lingered in my heart. Perhaps, it has been tested in the middle of winter, which is why it is so fragrant. The faint and distant earth is far away, and the air blends with this bright and clear air, so there is spirituality. I sniffed the essence and tried to hide this unique aroma in my body to commune. In its gray gloom lies the green of life, perhaps, it is trying something for me. Although it is old, there is a youthful and eternal heart hidden under its old heart. No matter what replaces and takes away that little bit of its youth, it will last forever. Although it is gone, its passion will always be hidden deep in the heart, hidden in the fertile soil. Constant temperature at the moment. That family affection can never be experienced, it will never be able to grasp, and its withered life exudes a fiery youth. There is flesh and blood, and everything seems to explode with passion in the depths of the heart. All the emotions became solemn and thick, and there was nothing to regret. As if this life is enough.

I've worked hard - I've driven - I've thought about it -

Aromatic, displayed, nurtured-

The beginning – the end, in silence.

At this time, the fragrance of the flower in his hand was transmitted in the air current, but it was missing a deep attack. And the broken wound exudes infinite vitality. Maybe the floral fragrance is the powerful vitality that it exudes from the deep depths of life. It squeezes out all its frenzy with its persistent and powerful ideas, offering its inner essence, elegant, noble, subtle, and warm, all of which it contains. In the face of frost and snow, it exudes its charm in the depths of its heart with its invisible power. Deeply attracted to me, you ——, forgetful I pity everything about it, all things are the same, come and future, go and not, come and go, what is left, who will pity——。

The cultivation of the roots, the fragrance is incomparable to the flowers, it will be affectionately hidden in the fertile soil, it uses that deep attachment to all its wealth to dedicate to the motherland of this spring.

The flower is about to wither, but it turns its passion into motivation, and next year, the day to come, it will still be fragrant.

In that era, it had the strongest vitality in its heart, and it contained its ordinary heart. What it has will be the best tomorrow in the world.

Yes.

Tomorrow,——