A seed was put into soft soil.
Just as the grass sprouted, the bug opened its eyes and ended its hibernation.
A few kannika nimtragol before the Spring Festival, wearing red coats, with happy smiles on their faces.
The one-year plan is to miss you in the spring.
I looked at the direction you left many years ago and thought about our story.
I know, honey. I want to know. What about you?
You're not moving. what can I do?
In other words, we are all wrapped in the same secret.
It depends on whether time can make it break out of its shell.
So important
Most of our lives are separated.
You and I like to hold each other's hands and study palms, Doby pet dog.
We are willing to walk hand in hand, willing to walk, willing to take shortcuts.
I have a cold, and you are the most distressed. You have repeatedly told me to drink more water.
We sometimes discuss what we look like when we are old.
Who helped who, who served who, no one will know each other first.
The first time I lost my temper with you, I was afraid of myself.
You said, that's great, thank you, I am so important in your heart.
be accustomed to
I'm always lucky.
I look at your balcony on the second floor from the bathroom window on the third floor.
Either I see your figure, or I see the light you lit with your own hands.
Sometimes purple curtains open or close.
I'm really used to it
Whether you agree or not, whether you are tired from work during the day or not.
I invite you to my dream and say it arbitrarily.
Your smile is mine, your tears are mine and your body is mine.
I remember that we all liked rain at that time.
I like walking in the rain with an umbrella and listening to the rain beating bananas.
You like to hold your shoes in your hand, roll up the warehouse and step barefoot on the splash.
We are so romantic.
adequately
There are enough fish in the water and enough aquatic plants on the shore.
There are enough flowers, birds, animals and insects in the forest.
I have enough time to accompany you and enough time to wait for you.
The color of the hillside is always distinct in four seasons, and the stones are still.
Cattle and sheep are all over the hillside, and crops are full of grains. We are responsible for returning the grain to the warehouse.
Enough food to feed enough children and grandchildren.
There is enough rain and lightning in the sky.
There are enough joys and sorrows on the ground, enough for you to go there.
There are enough homeless people in the world ready to go home or on their way home.
Special peaches
Cut a peach with a knife.
One third is missing, and two thirds are on the coffee table.
I don't know if this peach is voluntary or forced.
All I know is that our meeting was purely coincidental.
I saw the appearance of peaches, black and red.
This is not the violence of fruit farmers, but from a
A big bug.
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