"Raise your head and smell the magpies." Or a magpie looking back. You follow the direction she looks, it's a cornfield covered in winter snow, and on a few alfalfa poles that have escaped the old farmer's pesticide spraying a few times and survived in fear, there is a magpie swinging. He was bigger than the one in front of him, with a large body and thick wings, and was obviously the companion of the master in the tree. He immediately shouted a few times. Listen to what it means to say, "Honey! You'll let me play a little longer, and when you're done, I'll go back." Remember to have my favorite strawberry salad! ”
"Eat, eat, eat your size." Yesterday at the Bible Reading School, I just recited the sentences from the Augmented Sages—the day is in the morning. Good time, you don't hurry to the morning market to buy a big day's food and drink, and your heart is wandering around. I'm not afraid to flash my waist either. ”
"The wife is angry. I'll go in a minute. Allow me to swing for a few more dozen rounds, don't you say that I have to stay in shape? You see how creative I am in this morning exercise. ”
Mrs. Magpie was amused by Mr. Magpie. A toe almost fell off the treetops. Saying that she was in a hurry, she did a backflip and used her paws to safely drop her large head down on the branch. Another pull-up, standing on the branch again, but the heart beat for a while.
Speaking of Mr. Magpie in the distance, ah, a scream, my God, he has not been able to do anything, but in the cold wind proudly stood a winter's amaranth pole, was broken by the waist. At this time, he didn't have the heart to exercise, flapped his wings, and flew to the vegetable market.
Mrs. Magpie combed her beautiful feathers and turned and went back to the house.
Look at the poplar buds that are quietly waiting for the arrival of spring, silently exuding vitality in a few chilly winds. The tree's arm reached out to the vast sky. Looking at it, your heart also widens up in the distance.
One by one leaf Bodhi
