The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful.
There is a trace of decadence, and do as you like, do not force yourself to fight the spirit, just sit quietly in your own corner, do not have to go to the vegetable garden to be busy today, yesterday has been tomatoes, peppers, eggplants have been pruned, because of the storm some plants also fell, simply to them and reinforced. I like to do things in one meal, I don't like to procrastinate, so the vegetable garden also follows my personality, in the vegetable garden is to nourish the soul and mood, try to relieve my bad emotions. Don't listen to the whispers of the world, just look at the scenery you like.
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit
The summer rain is green, the breeze paints, in summer, no matter how you look at it, it is beautiful, and whatever you like is beautiful. There is a trace of decadence, and he does what he wants, and he doesn't force himself to fight his spirit