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02.11.2019 07:35
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In the rain, there are two or two chickens, and Zhuxi Village Road Banqiao is inclined Online Cigarettes..." I sat in front of the door with a little horse, and whispered poetry gradually. The wind in the village continued to blow, with a trace of silk. The smell of earthworms, gently licking my nose, it can not bear to stay away, seems to want to leave the lentil field with this green oil Newport 100S. Grandma is bending over, she gently touched the hand with the old man, That piece of soft green leaves is exactly "I don't know who the fine leaves are cut out, and the spring breeze looks like scissors." Grandma used the hands to slowly and slowly climb a stalk that covered the locusts. The hand turned, twisted, and smashed, and separated it from his mother. Not only did it not drag the water, but it was a bit pleasing to the eye. The grandmother��s waist was more bent, and she was pulling out those who competed with the lentils. The weeds of nutrients, and because of this, these lentils can grow so strong and the taste will be so mellow. After the grandmother left, I walked into the lentil field and carefully looked at the one in front of you Marlboro Lights. The thin stems, as if they are lightly smashed, will break off, water The green infiltration of the spirit refers to the gap between the gaps. It looks like gold is very expensive. But as a child who grew up in the countryside, I deeply know that the stem is not so soft. On the contrary, this stem is particularly tenacious, if Putting the three together, not paying attention to skill, and an adult is not necessarily broken, but also like the poet's But it gives people a plain and simple mood, a kind of poetry unique to the town. The lentils seem to have endless temptations for me. I am carrying a bamboo raft, and my mouth is scornful of Alan Tam��s " |
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