Chinese wolfberry

The wolfberry is red, and gluttonous, the taste is positive, the eyes are bright, the yin is nourishing, and the ventilation is breathing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the glow of the sun, it is not a mirage, it has become a reality, what is it, the poem of the hometown, which is the moon of the hometown, is not as good as the other country. In fact, according to the scenery for the change, as far as this is concerned, the moon she makes the end as follows, we are such a city, Nanjing changes its own style, decades ago here of course was not the case, just Xuanwu Lake, my mother's hometown, my hometown, at that time, intertwined as now, now, such a Ni Hong's night, has already become another style, night, I stepped on the bus and everyone is the same, passing by it, she is still beautiful, just dressed. The style is still the same, the lights of the fence of her, in the corner of the falling moon, as in the past, singing in my ears when my mother often gently chirped in my ears song, this song is far away like the nursery rhyme that I often heard at this time as a dreamy child, everything has changed, the old railway station went to the new Pengyi wings to spread its wings in this new life of Gangwan, the quiet serenade is like, midnight whirlwind, the change of an era is long gone, so it is gone, the water is like the east, dazed and boundless forward, and then look back at the place thousands of years ago as the same war, You may have a hard time believing that Xuanwu, a war-torn place, and that hill, by the way, that place we call "Back Mountain" where there was a war, hundreds of years ago, or more, just that piece of dirt and dirt mixed with the smell of blood, Mom, where my mother took me when I was a child. Someone once said that there are dead people everywhere, piles of bones, and there are bones in every inch of the land where we stand, and one day we will see skulls, and that is where each of us will eventually go, and I remember that later that piece of forest was planted, and piles of bones brought them a lot of fertilizer. The "back mountain" is gone, and the one that was messed up is gone, and it's gone, just in the shallow part of my memory, perhaps, there are still a few old people who remember their stories.

Such a night, the night of Xuanwu Lake, the street lamps all over the body, the father's eyes are still the same when he was a child, the poor stars in the night are infinite, it is unbelievable, it has become a circular bridge, the old man at the entrance of Unicom, seventy or eighty years old, the first time I saw the old man, optimistic, he often sold chestnuts with his wife at the door of Unicom, some people who survived in order to survive, kept forgetting their age, I never saw their children and grandchildren, only heard them talk about the total of life, maybe, They are fortunate in this era, and it is not easy for their children and grandchildren, perhaps, life has never overwhelmed anyone, but in this era of intertwined lights, a flash of Ni Hong is intertwined, busy has not forgotten happiness, happiness naturally attracts luck, and it is naturally the sound of happiness.

In the red and white, in the light, the heroes we deeply defend. It seems that it still contains those who were, some ordinary, and ordinary things that we don't see, and all the existence that emerges, only a few, sighing that the fir tree becomes yin, the shade is difficult to hide, and now, the green fir of this Xuanwu Lake has no shade, and the scenery is completely present.

She had been talking for a long time about the ancient night, the words were idle, the words were not intimidated, the abundance of the fruit tonight was still as Gu, right here, a very wrapped scene, the arrival of another season is incarnated as a dragon or standing up as the wind, all of them have changed with the recent changes, you and I have changed in a variety of ways, the yin covenant flashed, is it a full stop, or the beginning of another chapter,......

Red wolfberry

Bright eyes: the lights flicker, flying endlessly, and the time is staggered;

Nourishing Yin: The strong feet overflow the moon and the light breath, for my glory, my heart is scratched;

Ventilation: The past and the present make me shuttle back and forth freely, time;

Weizheng: A cup of wave tea that I have for a long time;

Red wolfberry, flowering, with buds.

What kind of life is this,

Red - Yin Red -

Yin Hong's water is in her mouth, she is mature and reserved.

The staggered time, the lights are hard to cling to, the blink of an eye is gone, the innocence of childhood, the position of the move, everything is out of place, and the misplaced us are wandering in reality, but still grateful is not just a traceability.