#Challenge 30 days to write a diary in the headlines # Yesterday at noon the sun was slightly smoked, the feeling of spring. The spring is rotten, and I am sorry for this good time if I don't go out for a walk.
Doctor's Top, on the halfway slope of the gravel residential building. This attack on the flower wall, there is no aroma. It's a variety I don't know, and there is a high-quality golden phoenix flower of the same color in the spring of Yucheng.
In the spring of the southern country, there are fallen leaves, and in the morning and evening, the cool breeze blows the flowers and trees will fall all over the place, reminding people all the time that beauty is easy to die. Locals eat it, golden phoenix flowers can also be used in soup, and in the grass shop on the side of the road, there are too many leaves and large dead branches. These are the same origin of medicine and food, and there is no way to say it without decades of cultural immersion.
I waited for mortals, in this time of spring breeze and intoxication, sighed, because the next thing is to be rela. Spring is short, and holding it is the truth.
