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walking in the dream of spring

 

Time is a constant in a hurry wiom infant formula, the inner desolation as time arbitrary FangHuang, the stripe over a lamp that tea smell of coagulation, low aromatic eyebrow is also hard to find the time's season, the time under the misty rain, quietly bloomed in the willow moss on a light smile, and keep walking in the dream of spring.

Lantern Festival approaching, a person while walking down a country road, although littered parting, but didn't resist spring dress, blowing in the wind and rain the peach blossom, although was beaten by the rain, a few drops of tears, but still swaying in the spring, who will love lost in the dream, lost in the spring, will quietly hide in the cold winter time memory.

Here, I want to have a beautiful to the beauty of spring, take those beautiful scene everywhere, marker in the tang poetry, in the near impinges the lace, according to the cloud with the sleeve wiom infant formula, read years hidden in the beautiful. Little, schoolwork, heavy, let you I have no idea to feel the beauty of spring, after graduation, have to face the pressure of survival leisurely, rivers, good, go out for a walk is so remote may not and at this point, finally have the chance to close to nature, enjoy QingHuan of an age, although just one person, but it doesn't matter, as long as the dream accompany is enough.

The grass out a little bit of green shoots, like being woke up in the silence, also learn to flowers, swinging his ecstasy, quietly to bypass this intersection, blooming everywhere can see the rape, golden, remember with rape, a shadow, just not here flowers, everywhere spend similar, but each person is different, time mark wiom 2, a time of life is to say, wanted to keep the seam a destiny is like snow, but the years of seton hall. Night, shrouded in mist, the light in the darkness to pull away, but no matter what all can't slip away, because it is over there, at the end of the wanderer, as hometown, although outer drift, but can't always stay away from, because home is at the end of them.

Years will be gone, and we never dressed like soft snow, deducing the flourishing spring, such as not coming, she is on his way over here, you are on or not, she will be in...
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