Author: good mood original literature green grass QQ
In June, the phoenix flowers are in full bloom.
Mango is ripe and full of fruits, hanging on the treetops.
Especially charming in the sun.
Mango trees are also tall and straight.
I think,
They must be proud of bearing so many fruits. Good things are always coveted.
A group of children climbed the high wall, which reminded me of my childhood.
They are going to pick other people's fruits, aboveboard. It seems that they are always sweet. Pick it, pick it.
Fill your pocket with fruit.
Let the fun of childhood fill your memory.
When you grow up, you will definitely think of it.
That year's happiness, that year's impressive achievements.
Look at them and pick fruits one by one.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had planted hope.
Why doesn't the mango tree in my life bloom?
When are you going to wait?
When I open my eyes in the morning and close them at night, I always miss one thing-the mango tree in my life.
Where are the fruits before the flowers bloom?
They can pick other people's fruits and have a good time.
But for me, it's over,
I'm not a child anymore. If I want to harvest,
I will try my best.
However, the fence is still towering and overgrown with weeds.
Me, how should I manage my garden?
Why doesn't the mango tree in my life bloom?
Isn't your flowering time here, so I have to wait here.
No matter how early it is, it is not afraid of being late.
As long as I can see you one day
Hanging on the mango tree of my life,
Everyone is full, sweet as honey.
Wu Xiaocha's Mango
Its lovely yellow is like my earrings.
Amplified sweetness
It may not be able to stand the whispers of bees.
It matures quietly and I count the leaves around it.
It's like counting sailboats. One, two, three.
But I just can't count it.
The bee whispered a few words.
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