The early glow of the sky is white, the nest is wet at the beginning of the day, the new day is warm and the spring is gone, and the world is red and green everywhere. The leaves of the Tung Pink Dai are sparse, and the beaded tulips are low.

The yellow flowers are like a basket and jade, and a piece of fragrance overflows. I heard the song of the frog for a long time, and I was close to frighten the king and heron to fly, and I suddenly looked outside the canal pond.

The hub pattern is wrinkled, the thread algae is broken and the Aya Bi is broken, and the Nao grains are slightly clustered. The needles wear through the old mud, and no one pulls them out.

Mo Xiangti, the willow Suisui has a thin waist, and the twisted skin competes to play the flute, and it is difficult to meet again. - "New Day Warm Spring Go" Remarks: Pulling Maoru, making willow flutes, listening to frog songs, watching herons flying, wild fishing, all interesting things in childhood, with the change of time, let the grinding of life, all gradually drift away, all have no interest, and leave yesterday's feelings in vain...... The older I get, the more lonely I become, and that's true.

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