Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
author：Motivated Magpie vU
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain.
You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincere efforts to compose a song of acacia, singing all over the north and south of the river, heaven and earth and haihe. There is as much talk as there is acacia, and I only hope that you can hear this song of praise from the heart. #Zhang Yunlei # #张云雷 Millions of love to you #
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
Autumn is the fruit buried in the spring, the sun shines, the rain is moist, slowly breaking out of the soil, gradually straightening the waist, and not forgetting to shield others from the wind and rain. You are the most beautiful poem in the world, with the most sincerity
