Less and less is the feeling and passion, or the ashes of the wild tour burned by the scorched passion. Inside, Leo was annoyed and entangled, and there was no remorse, even if his heart was haggard. To find the sustenance of the soul may heal hidden worries, even if it is better than being trapped in a state of silence.
Spring is few, and the sideways glance between a few words is gradually deepening, but the bare mountains of this germination season are still the confused baldness characteristic of the rocks, but some of them are moist. The swaying and tender flower shadow, the clusters of branches, when I walked to the flower road, I just met you.
Wrapped in roughness and confusion, oppressive cliffs blocking the view, 100,000 mountains overlapping and overlapping, dull looking at the shadows of the years precipitating on the rocks, the smell of some tree rings, suddenly humble and peaceful. Is it just like this, but it is remnant, the unwilling chest cavity is full of rushing hysterical strong liquid, a brain emerges in front of the eyes, this broken moon that is hindered by hardship and danger, I hope that there will be youth to look back, and with deep affection to the whitehead.
The soul that is not tired is noble and cold and uncompromising, and those gravel hunted by hoops run on the mountain path of Bo Ye, and the story of the vicissitudes is hidden in the misery. In a high mood, like a paleontologist, he has hopes, looking for the fossil floating ridges from the algae and gentle stone layers.
Or you can rest for a while, but feel that the rope is invited, and you are pushed to the execution ground of life. Ling Mao is proud of the sea, and also thinks that the sky will be long and sometimes end, this hatred is endless, perhaps only resentment is burned, can evolve the warmth of pods on the Hui Pool, the long song of loneliness and loneliness across fate, extinguished in the unobtrusive loneliness.
Don't have a Dingxi carving valley, and the red lotus spots on the side of the river are sheng. The ensuing spring colors are hot and warm, and the mountain trees in pairs have only a touch of miserable qingcang, and the delicate leaves are also somewhat beautiful, and the knots are sweet and hesitant, precarious on the thin layer of mountain mud, and frank.
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The splendid spring plume feathers were cut off, and the proverbs of the shuttles made the brain shell explode with annoyance, and there was a dissipating Xi Rou curled up under the cliff, and the feathers smiled lightly, completely undaunted by the precarious hint of careful falling stones. The red stone bridge is mellow, and the extraordinary rape flowers sip the traces of spring, and the traces are sloppy but used for life. Below this foundation there was a bitter green waterhole, and a few crucian carp turned over, exposing their white flower belly, lazing like the sun. It still seems inappropriate to describe it as having died, and this forgotten mountain field thinks of the moss marks on the upper steps of green, and the color of grass into the curtain.
Open your heart, open your heart, how can the wind and the beautiful diverticulum hold the romantic throbbing, enjoy the bone paintings, feel the warm spring warmth, hold the breath of the moment, but you can smell the aroma of the elegant style. Bing Yao's rape flowers are miserably forgotten, pleasing to the eye refining this short spring, Fang Ling Asus, has a sense of introspection, and can be replaced by a calm and calm.
The choice of life is never once and for all, it is always full of challenges and difficulties, and because of this, those lives are revered and protected by heaven and earth. This precious floral fragrance ignites the spring nature of the mountain, delicate and noisy, and the strong mind is open to Po Quan Ya, that is, it is given by nature, and under the dangerous cliffs and rocks, it is also necessary to confidently show a mysterious smile.
Although it was only a remnant of the pulse, Dai Yue Wei, who was holding his breath and concentrating on the thick and simple, still had a sign of purity, and it seemed that laziness was bound to be ordered by heaven to wet the wet land. I want to step over to see it, and I am reminded of the danger, but I also appreciate this rare wild fun.