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I praise the trunk, whether tall, majestic, towering, still young, immature, new students. It can be proud of the stand, which has stood the test of Frozen Frost; that it had shown the clank of steel frame and unyielding backbone. I love flowers, whether colorful or quiet elegance. Its bright color, of intoxicating fragrance, and people's lives and how much romantic warmth. I like fruit, whether to eat or not eat. It's full maturity and its selfless and dedicated to the prosperity and prosperity to the earth; Life manner. However, I would prefer Akiba, whether Ruxia the mountain is covered with fiery red leaves, or yellow, dry, falling of the Pianpiancanye. It block the view of a storm of the summer sun, the dust after the Cold Dew, yellow, dry, the falling! Fell on the ground, the water falls, falls on my shoulders, her hair between; falls on us to walk through the street of small, often fall on us sit on the bench ... ... it's truly tell us: This is the golden autumn, and this is the season of harvest. People like to use the metaphor of fruit in the fall, in fact, be better able to express this Pianpian leaves in the fall of the real. When you pick up a fallen leaf, it revealed that the NF true, you will suddenly find that it is a story, poem Yi Shoushou. At about the beauty of spring and summer of romantic, warm autumn, and the harsh winter......... Post a comment in response: |
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