Sycamore blossoms. Sycamore flowers, like strings of purple wind chimes, swaying in the spring breeze. You just look at it with a smile and a smile, the flowers are full of branches, and your heart is happy. Warm sunshine

Sycamore blossoms. Sycamore flowers, like strings of purple wind chimes, swaying in the spring breeze. You just look at it with a smile and a smile, the flowers are full of branches, and your heart is happy. Under the warm sun, it is particularly soft and charming, and it charms the quiet beauty of spring in the season.

Light red sycamore flowers. Although I couldn't reach out and touch its gorgeous petals, I couldn't help but reach out and want to touch the proud beauty. Perhaps it does not want to be at the mercy of this ruthless fate, or perhaps it is not accustomed to the manipulation of this fate on all living beings. It does not want to be ruthless, it wants to be proud. Let yourself be strong, show others its unique pride, it does not want to be despised by others, it may not want to be the unknown leaf, its pride from the bones is comparable to everything in the world.

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