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After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun

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There are hydrangea flowers blooming at home

The hydrangea flowers at home have bloomed, and after the wash of the rain, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, some have been wet, there is no delicacy under the sun, there is a kind of shyness and reserved beauty, the leaves look more verdant under the rain, and the poles are full of vitality.

There were three trees in the yard, not as big as the flowers planted last year, which were grown year after year, and the seeds that fell fell, but today's flowers have spirit and have not made anyone worry about it.

The year before, I heard that the white hydrangea flowers treated athlete's foot, and I specially moved a few trees from the neighbors and planted them in the south of the courtyard, and after a summer rain, they grew into a large, green and lush, and people loved it, and asked to take a few trees and harvest some seeds after maturity.

Then the niece, the niece came, and everyone stretched out their hands and wrapped up the red nails of the hands, and the children were very happy, reaching out their hands to be more red than whose red, whose beauty.

One day, it rained heavily, this large piece of hydrangea blocked the way out of the water in the courtyard, the mother braved the rain to take a shovel in the rain, shoveled this piece of hydrangea flowers, it looks a pity, but it can make the rain flow to the sewers, so that there is no water in the courtyard, so I have to endure the pain of cutting love.

Listen to my mother, pick up the shovel to the Fengxian tree, dry and boil the water to wash the feet and wash the legs, I obediently do it, pick up one by one, dry, and wash the feet in winter!

This year's hydrangeas grew up, and I decided to wrap my red nails once, even my fingernails.

Year after year, the hydrangea flowers bloomed and fell, fell and blossomed, growing in the small courtyard, silently dedicating.

#Summer Flower Punch Season # #My Headline Life # Share Happy Time with Flowers # #夏日生活打卡季 #

After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun
After the rain washed out, some of the flowers have withered, turning into dirt to protect the flowers, and some have been wet, without the delicacy under the sun

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