The air became anxious and the clouds began to surge. Green has faded and become deep and dignified. Xia came up slowly from behind me and patted me on the shoulder with his unique charm. Give me a thrilling look. Growth is like a lit fire, and intense burning is a constantly changing ideal. Power can fly to the sky with dreams, explore the extension direction of life without fear of any strange environment, ride on any big waves with dreams and laugh at the waves that fall behind.
The sky became clear, geese descended from the sky, and rice turned golden year after year, which stained the earth and everything, including me, with this sacred color. My mood began to precipitate a little bit of my life, and my thoughts became heavy. Smiles and sunshine fill the wrinkles. Time, like ripe corn, flashes his golden flowers, casting a mystery on growth.
Autumn and the cold autumn wind passed by me, and they gave me a cold look. I know they have winter invitations. But I will only return their smiles. I have no fear, no sadness, no cowardice. If possible, I also hope they can bring me an invitation letter I wrote to Winter.
The north wind ravaged the earth, and everything was shaking. Fate has ended many lives. There are no noisy and lively ripples on the lake. I don't know if I'm preparing a mirror to let all life take a last look at their faces. Soon, they will be buried in the tomb of snowflake, including me.
How can there be sadness? The dead tree that has been waiting for many years by the lake is still entangled with the vines that grew up with him. Covered with snowflakes, it is still beautiful.
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