But Acacia Lake, how to know acacia worry

"Mighty Winter Wind, Love Lock Love" | text: Aibo Qingshan

"But Acacia Lake, how do you know that Acacia is worried?"

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The colder it gets, the more I like to go for a walk in the wild. Not afraid of the cold, just feel that this wind blows so pure, simple, full of fiery feelings.

Xiao Suo's street scene is lyrically silent, those winds are fluttering, a little white, I wonder why this wind is so happy, is it naturally unsuccessful. The broad leaves without roots envied the grass in the arms of the earth, so in the end they did not fall so willingly.

Is the joy of blooming a temperament? However, he felt bitter and tired for the future, and he was unable to do so. In any case, those days of experience always left deep scars that could not be ironed. The best season has passed, and although there are too many unaccustomed, those lonely arrogance carries the breath of youth and innocence.

Oh, open hearts! I saw how you were doing, shoulder to shoulder like a passerby. When I stopped and stayed, I made a wish, next spring you must bloom and open, not for anything else, just think that this is the right way to start yourself.

The stars in that curved eye are full of the clarity of childhood, and this soft breath envelops the branches of the calendar. The vast and empty wilderness always feels like wandering in the painting, a refinement, all sentimental.

A grudge turned into a flying north wind, blowing through, blowing away, or simply wanting to rest, waiting for the overdrawn shell to slowly come back to life. The clear north wind was blowing, sweeping between heaven and earth, feeling so cool from the inside out, from the turbid heat of the chest to the top, the wisps of clouds were expressed soft and bright.

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The flowers of the countryside are still blooming freely, smiling and smiling, and the eyes between the breaths are fluttering by the wind, bringing infinite coolness.

However, Acacia Lake, how to know acacia worry, do not wash the acacia pool, how to know acacia sorrow. Those happy memories of fate locked their brows in such a regret that they could not afford to play, idle hearts have never been so cool, there is a little bit of accumulated depression hidden in the bottom of the heart, with a little helplessness, thinking of infinite sweetness.

The orange light fluttered among the branches, but the emotion that had been accumulated for a long time was low and difficult to reveal, polishing endless time over and over again. Not afraid of the full moon and the lack of the moon, only for the selfish peace of mind, comforting the causes of the impermanence of the world. It may be difficult to deceive yourself into hoping to compile fairy tales between each other, and love is entangled in the eyebrows. The delicate entanglement of the suppressed branches is suffocating, and there is a heart to look up, but there is no way to eliminate this feeling, just look forward to this mighty winter wind blowing away the anxiety and uneasiness of the heart in time, so that this bone-chilling purification of the roaring sadness, the next spring warm blossom day can still see without complaint whether the vitality of the mountains and the wilderness brings a trace of residual soul.

It was not clear that the sky was foggy, and it was so fresh that the chest cavity that had been suddenly opened suddenly became so red and bright. I couldn't imagine that the mist that had just entered the night was also so beautiful and seductive, and the unwilling blood boiled and danced, nestled in Tao Ran's dark dream, covering up the frost of grievance. Or should we think that even if the future is uncertain, we must want to wantonly affect every day, live up to the pure heart knot, let this mighty cold blow endless ice and snow again and again, and the dawn of dawn will always be full of expectations.

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Pen name: Aibo Qingshan, no matter how hard and tired life is, it is also worth us to write and sing, and the creation comes from thinking, only those who continue to think will rub out the spark and inspiration of creation.

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