readx; One mile is the same day, the weather is different; when you go to the mountains, you see the majestic heavy rain; you are in the same place, and the scorching sun is not slowing; the clouds are blowing in the distance, and the array is cool; when the rain falls and sinks, the clouds are thin and easy; and the endless light is sprinkled, and the eyes are colorful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Accompanied by the stars, the insects are not in the ears, and the night breeze is especially precious. The dawn of the morning is comparable to the most poisonous thing in the world. No matter how the sea of public transport is like the sea of ice, but it is always a mortal, sitting in a carriage, although the design of this car is exquisite, it can adjust the components according to the road, so that the air circulation in the car makes people more comfortable in the car, but even if it is good, when encountering God's too hot face, everything is in vain, all the windows are pushed into the body of the car, and the curtain is also hung up with wooden hooks, the road is hard, and the public transport sea hands on the windowsill with the back of his hand on his head are already unconsciously asleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening, the scorching sun seemed to be a little softer, but the momentum did not decrease, the public was in a daze, and he was raised by the public power since he was a child, and he was educated and one of the brains and analyzed the intellect, and when the heart fluctuated, the emotions could not be revealed in the face and shape, and he was not good at observing words and colors to see anything from it, and because of his partial temperament, it was impossible to see whether he was in a daze or thinking about things.

The red soil is where the face of the skin can not be reached or touched, and the face is not touched Red soil is his favorite color of the earth, the public sea feels that the red soil is far better than other colored soil can make plants grow, all the species on the earth here and now are extraordinarily vibrant, the sunset is infinitely good just near dusk, today the sunset is redder than before, the area is larger, the distant objects are ink-colored, the near scene is green, the top of the cloud is not touched by the sunset, the ink is written, rolling, even if it is clothed in the beautiful clouds of the sunset, it also flows, slowly loses this beauty, the heart is far away, scattered in all directions, inadvertently, the beauty of the sunset red rhyme covers the whole earth, not bloody and terrible, but becomes a deep pink softnessIn the past, even the public transport sea is uncertain, and in the next few days, it is still difficult to see the rain falling on the sun, or the lightning and thunderstorm attacking, but no matter what kind of weather it is, the living beings on the earth are killing each other for survival, and they have never been interrupted, fighting, and seeking, but it is only a dream that has flourished to the end, but in the dream of everyone, it has left the world to admire, and the evil existence of the talk is that this is also the dream of the world.

The bamboo forest is tall and beautiful, the branches and leaves are verdant, it is good to have a bamboo forest, the flowers bloom once, the snowflakes bloom, the natural withering, the whole bamboo forest is not avoided, a tree of flowers is magnificent, exhausted for a lifetime of green crowns withered, sighing for a lifetime of mourning.

This location is hidden in the mountains and forests, there is a dark river under the mountain, the water is vigorous, from the mountain crack, flowing into the winding and undulating waterfall from the peak of the mountain cliff, merging into one, like soft but crazy, and floating with the wind, so not magnificent and elegant.

One of the positions where the public chooses to make motor talents, it is hidden here, in the next world, quiet, comfortable, but it is comfortable, and it is not seen, here the group of bamboos grow wantonly, there is no wind and bamboo sounds, there is wind is a piece of bamboo forest, the momentum is no less than the Tao of the sea, can be completely calm in this huge sound to make a thing, it is not easy, this is why the public is here to build a place for the selection of talents, the calm side of the movement, the movement is calm, the calm is not lazy, the movement is not impatient, there are a few people who can find the self inside.

The mountains are surrounded by so many streams of water, the water vapor rises slowly, and the wind wanders everywhere, but it can't get out of this space, and for many years, the humidity here is very heavy, and the air is also extremely cold, and there are places where light rain is continuous, and even thin snowflakes fall.

The transport belt with Feng Yanyu and other motorists has set foot on this piece is always too wet, walking on the flat road The carriage wheel has become a deep tooth pattern, which can better grasp the ground to make the car stable, and there is no need to change it by hand, the wheel wheel and the car body are tightly integrated, as long as the wheel is controlled on the car, the wheel can be changed.

A huge house built in the bamboo forest made of locally grown bamboos has come into view, and there is no shelter from the rain at the door, and people dressed in clean and gorgeous clothes are there to welcome the public transport sea, and the public can be seen slowly approaching, and the people have knelt down and bowed their heads to the ground, waiting for him to approach.

The carriage came to a halt after a long stretch of walking outside with the bamboo and stopped The bus sea got up from the car, his hand naturally touched the seat, the place under the seat and concave, the car door opened on its own, Feng Yanyu got off the horse and was waiting by the car door, but there was nothing in his hand to catch the rain for the bus and the sea, the bus sea stood in the light rain, like ink like a waterfall of soft beauty, the skin was like ice, the whole person was cold to the extreme, with a steady and healthy pace into the bamboo house, Feng Yanyu followed closely, the person who climbed on the ground and performed the ceremony followed, and the driver of the horse drove the horse to the back of the bamboo house with the public transport sea。

The large floor-to-ceiling windows on the building are completely open, and the public and the sea are watching the slight rain here, watching them stain the bamboo leaves, the crystal clear and falling down, the breeze gently blows the bamboo leaves, gently changing and swaying, compared to the scorching heat outside, it is cold and piercing here, it is a good place to escape the scorching sun, but when you come here, it is too cold, and you can't help but miss it, the light of fierceness, how many people are not satisfied with the status quo.

When his hand touched the dripping water droplets that were too heavy and low-hanging bamboo leaves, the water droplets followed his hand and gently touched his body with ice, and only the water droplets felt that he was not a person with a cold body, but a person who was a new student who had to freeze his body and soul.

Feng Yanyu knocked on the door, signaling that in the main hall downstairs, people who had been selected from all over the country and were extremely enthusiastic and gifted with weapons were already waiting there for the public to enter Liaohai City in person, learn better motor skills, and be able to stay there for the rest of their lives to contribute to the public and the country.

Gently let go of the bamboo leaves to give yourself a short period of comfort, looking at it to hit the standing light rain of the silk companion, a drop of water volleyed up in the air, fell back to the bamboo leaves, crushed bones, and dripped wet soil, not a taste.

The Lu River is at this moment exceptionally soft, waveless and unwavering, and a noble-built ship, slowly moving in it, with a public logo engraved in a conspicuous position, this ship comes slowly from the sky, and in the midst of the Lu River, it is simply the best of the many flowers.

I don't know for a few days, and I don't know that I don't care about things; how do I know that people's calculations are more successful, and the cold will end in a few days; those who are sent away by the ice and sea will not return, and they will be ruthless in hating the water; how can we know that the deceased is sad and willing to be silent.

Flowers bloom and flowers fall into common sense, clouds disperse and eventually turn around, the four seasons change for a long time, and people's minds plot people's survival.