Autumn rain falls on the eaves of October.
The sunshine opened November's eyes.
People's happy expressions are reflected in their pupils.
The moist air also becomes moist and fresh.
Birds are singing happily in the branches, tactfully and spiritually.
Blue sky and white clouds, what a beautiful long-lost sunny day.
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I really want to sing aloud and sing my inner comfort, although I can't hear all the voices.
I really want to dance, graceful, even though I stumble.
I really want to splash ink and write beautiful sunny days.
Although I can't find a perfect starting point
I really want to write a poem and plant warm sunshine between the lines.
Although I can't write a pearl-like punch line, the aftertaste lingers for three days.
However, all this can't hinder my happy mood at the moment.
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I really want to run in the sun with a paper windmill like a child.
Run on the ridge to see whose windmill turns fast.
I really want to swing a whip and spin with the top, crazy, and see who laughs the most.
I really want to push the hoop and run in the sunset.
Watch the sunset gently drag the sunset glow into the western hills bit by bit.
Smelling the smoke, I ran home step by step.
Call mom, call dad.
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Listening to mother's loving complaints and watching crazy sweat. ...
Listening to my father's endless nagging, telling the long-suppressed pain in my heart.
Watch the sunrise and enjoy the rural scenery in the old house.
Time goes by like a dream, but it's a dream.
Recalling is no longer a deep pain, but the fragrance of the years is overflowing.
Flowing in the bottom of my heart, hanging in my brow, overflowing my mouth. Warm and fragrant
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The sunshine is just right, a little sweet. Wash and dry.
On cold days, there is a smell of fireworks.
Fireworks, prosperity and peace.
Face the sun, close your eyes and listen to the sound of the sun passing through the atrium.
Like a burning fire, beep, beep, warm and comfortable.
Raise your head, open your arms and take a deep breath. Embrace the sunshine and embrace yourself.
Hug November, November, hello. November, I'm fine.
Autumn rain falls on the eaves of October, the sun opens its eyes in November, and people's happy expressions are reflected in their pupils. The humid air has also become moist and fresh, birds are singing happily on the branches, and the blue sky and white clouds are beautiful and sunny, and they will last for a long time. Warm and comfortable. Write with the reins ...