In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
author：The curtain flutters
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory.
Morning glory is an annual, winding herb that blooms in late summer and early autumn, and the color of the flowers varies with soil pH and with the concentration of carbon dioxide in the air throughout the day.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty wrote three poems for morning glory. One is particularly subtle.
Su Luo hated the biluo eaves and took off his blue robe.
Seeing the bamboo hedge, he was overjoyed and flew up to Cui Qiong.
It is said that women are like flowers, and Yang Wanli's morning glory is like a smart and beautiful little fairy. I love morning glory because it is ordinary, strong, flexible, light-chasing, and beautiful.
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In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
In the early morning, I am willing to be wet by the dew on the cuffs of my pants, and I am not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, but I still like to walk this overgrown path, because the roadside is full of colorful morning glory. Morning glory is an annual entanglement
