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12.08.2019 03:51
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Last night, the wind and the rain suddenly began, and the big beads and beads fell into the jade pot. In the morning, I held an umbrella and walked in the rain. The rain was a lot smaller. The coolness came. Autumn came in the rain and the leaves of the eucalyptus were hit by the rain on the ground. In the small town, there used to be a lot of phoenix trees. Later, perhaps the leaves were too thick and too thick, and they were changed into delicate banyan trees. The leaves of the eucalyptus will fall all year round, especially after the rain. The eucalyptus leaves lying on the ground are red, yellow, and green and yellow. There was a piece of withered yellow leaves that was inserted into the tarmac road that had just been poured, standing, as if it was a signpost in late autumn Marlboro Cigarettes. There are many streets in the small town, even the banyan trees have been replaced, and replaced with sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Wells and sweet-scented osmanthus were once the two major scenery of the small town. Osmanthus trees are planted on both sides of the newly renovated street. Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the city is full of sweet-scented osmanthus. In the spring, I rarely go out. When I noticed that the magnolia blossomed, the petals were on the ground the next day. In autumn, there are small ginkgo trees in the small town. The fan-shaped leaves, I heard that the flower language of the ginkgo leaves is always waiting. A ginkgo tree is in the fall, and the trees are full of golden ginkgo leaves. Autumn is lonely and bitter. The hope of spring Newport 100S, the maturity of summer, and the fall of the fall like the petals of the past. It turned into a cinnamon in the middle of the mountain temple. There is a clear geese in the west wind, and there is also a bleak dance of frost red. In the early autumn, the field is a golden harvest Cheap Cigarettes. In the late autumn, the lonely autumn after the harvest of the sickle is quiet and quiet, and tastes alone. The safflower green grass seems to be far away from itself, not crowded. Some are bitter and have peace of mind. The fall of the fall is deep, it is no longer hanging on the tree like the persimmon of the red pass. Like the sweet-scented osmanthus, it goes with the wind, and the acacia is silent. |
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