A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
author：Comfort dew ru
A tree blooms half white,
The soul haunts the hometown of locust.
The skewered fragrance goes with the wind,
Acacia fell asleep silently.
The blooming Yang locust flowers are scenery, delicacy, but also childhood memories, pull a handful of locust flowers, put them in your mouth, chew them..., hmm... The mouth is full of the sweet fragrance of locust flowers...
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
A tree blooms half white, and the soul haunts the hometown locust. The skewered fragrance goes with the wind, and the acacia falls silently into dreams. The blooming Yang locust flowers are a landscape, a delicacy, and a childhood memory, pulling a handful of locusts
