Elp Custom
Thema drucken
23.11.2019 07:48
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The breeze passed over my cheek, and there was a whisper in my ear. Child, are you doing well? I gently said: "Grandpa, I am very good. Just, I miss you a little." After the spring rain, the soil made a slight burst of fragrance. On both sides of the field path, red flowers, pink flowers, yellow flowers, blossoming and delicate. "Grandpa, let's go for a walk." I am like a noisy little sparrow, turning around you. You tapped my head lightly and took a big pipe Marlboro Red. "Walk, girl." The small wildflowers under your palm, like being enchanted, turned into a delicate garland. The muddy trails leave a row of big and small footprints. The summer nights in the country are always so beautiful. A few stars are dotted with a blue curtain, and a bright curved moon hangs on the branches. From time to time, a few insects came from the corner. The air is mixed with a touch of faint scent Cigarettes For Sale. The old banyan tree in front of the door sits next to each other. I hold my head, and the eyes of the slap in the face listen to you telling the story of "Nvwa Filling the Sky" and "Three Beats of Bone Bone". When I am still trying, I suddenly get up and walk towards the old house, laughing. Said: "If you want to know what happened, please listen to the next decomposition." I had to pull my head and walk towards you, leaving a moonlight. Autumn is here, and on the hill behind my house, a golden hang is early. You climbed the fruit trees arbitrarily, and one apple "cannonball" was thrown at me. I am happily avoiding your attack. Pick up a big apple and take a sip. It is crisp and sweet. The person standing in the tree smiled and said: "You gimmick, just care about eating, put the apple into the basket." I made a grimacing face for you, and ran back home. The winter in the north is neither reserved nor gentle. The cold north wind screamed out of the window. The house is warm. I picked up a bunch of hawthorns that had just come out of the pot Marlboro Gold, and sweetly narrowed my eyes. You are holding my hair, my eyes are full of love. Grandpa, I saw your deep love for me. My childhood laughter, your figure flashes, that is your love for me. I carefully put these childhood fragments into the scorpion. When you miss you, open it and see. |
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