Author: Wang Na
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The April flowers in the world are near, waiting for the flower red, appreciating the flower red, depicting the flower red, and entering the fairyland.
The years never disappoint people's hearts, and time will always go according to plan. The flowers have bloomed, from the stars to the red of one tree after another. The grass is green, from clusters to clusters, to the verdant green of the slopes. The river is alive and full of fish, luring anglers day and night. All kinds of water birds, dancing and flirtatious, in the long camera, infinite display of posture.
The hormones of spring are bursting, and all kinds of forest birds are talking about love, with loud voices, you are thick and I am thick, singing about spring love.
In order to photograph a small flower, it took me half a day's work. The flowers are too beautiful, I am always afraid of my lens, and I will live up to the grace of the flowers.
A pool of spring water, entangled in your life, accompanied by us year after year. The spring water rises in the pool, and the spring heart ripples. The weeping willows are graceful, and the poplar flowers are crisp and velvety. One of my longing hearts has long flown into the distance. And you, still ignorant.
Too many experiences have long been woken up by the spring breeze. Too many love words have already sprouted in the spring flowers.
My dear, the most beautiful season, the most dazzling flowers, the most lingering world, will you empathize with me?
Familiar places, familiar landscapes, too many memories, etched in life. The familiar pink, the familiar willow green, too much waiting, is your true embrace.
"Flower Viewing Order".
The April flowers in the world are near, waiting for the flower red, appreciating the flower red, depicting the flower red, and entering the fairyland.
The years have never lived up to the hearts of the people, gorgeous their appearance, their voice, their shape, and their joy and hatred.
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