Good times need to be spent bit by bit, so they are elegant. What about bad times? Of course, I have to endure it. I can't just pass by, like this particularly cold winter this year. Honeysuckle? Yes, honeysuckle is really poetic. Don't you want to hear it?
In the ice and snow, snowflakes are fluttering and the cold wind is whistling. Put these aside and listen to the sound of flowers. You don't have to search, you just have to listen. Winter is natural. However, Zaomei is not married at this time, so you need to wait for snow in Xun Mei. As for the flowers in other greenhouses, although they are too pink, the green ones are good. If you have flowers on the other side, you can tell me.
Walking in the wind, is there always a blasting sound in your ear? Don't stop. That's bamboo shoots coming out of the ground, that's peaches and apricots coming out of the wall. -just, all this is going on in the distant kingdom of heaven. This is a preview of spring. When I think of spring, I can't hang my neck any more. It's gorgeous in front of me, and birds and flowers are singing in my ears. Watch your step!
A few days ago, I went to the "Road" and saw two rectangular glass jars on the side of the road, which contained several small goldfish from ten tail. Roses, phoenix tails, and others. Suddenly I remembered my black rose. Since its six companions went to heaven one after another last summer, Ye Wei has put it in a foot-wide pool on the lawn next to his home. The pool is deep, the water is alive and there are many plankton. It must be good. It's just that will it remember the past? Nobody keeps warm in such cold weather. Does it know honeysuckle? I think so. If I were you, I would.
All the trees in the park, except the pine and cypress, are almost bald. Tall, short, thick, thin, naked, or straight, or crooked, or towering, or trembling. Only in this way can we clearly see their original structure and the texture of the trunk. In winter, even the trees become pure. The daughter of nature, who loves to dress up, seduces passers-by all year round. Now I finally have my own time. Be honest with Mother Earth. They are considering the popular colors for next season.
Pigeons flash occasionally. When you look up, you will no longer be surprised by the beautiful streamline. Blue and clear, accompanied by cotton clouds. By the way, this is the unique high sky in the Central Plains. Strangely, in the cold season, it is not inferior at all. The golden and bluffing sunshine makes you feel like you are in a hot summer. In that trance, the biting cold wind will drown you in an instant and then present you with a frozen world.
Shrink in the office and surf the Internet. The net is quiet, q is quiet, and the wind is not over. In winter, my heart is full of fragrance and warmth. Then peaceful and happy honeysuckle, waiting for flowers to bloom in the dream.
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