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Stem leaves longer longer

  1. 2012/06/25(月) 17:14:50|
  2. more exuberant |
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In the eastern old homes are living in it, because it is a walled courtyard, a large space, their own leisure, to look for fun, just like a flower, what raise a grassoverseastudyhk.

However, despite the fact that the plant flowers and grass time is short, the effort is not little also, its results are mostly flowers died, leaving only the size of different styles, the flowerpot. This is not to say that have no pity flower Xi grass a loving, most notably his care and do not have the experience, not to mention the plant flowers and grass

theory and skills. The most impressive one thing : in the spring of 2008, spent one hundred and twenty yuan to buy two pots of sago cycas, placed in the courtyard of the both sides of the screen wall, a, was verybeautiful. Later she moved to the two floor roof of cycads, and another flowerpot put together. Watch Full roof Huahongyelv scenery, was naturally pleased.

Much better

  1. 2012/06/21(木) 12:49:48|
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Said the callosity, the hometown of rain is always so deep friendship, indulge in pleasures without stop, only today discovered, once the rainy season, already in memory of the dust, catch and reach. On the field, no goal, also appears to have no future, in my world, does not always come in the future. Special season, always have a particular story, like the feeling you can start, at the fingertips, in the heart always left behind Tibet, remember, and forget not to drop...

Memory, Anhui's most hated was the rain, I like rain. Day and night, every day to face every day, pushed open the door will have to watch the blue sky like a bead curtain, are a few months, there are gray, smoke, like rain, such as silk... There will always be people who will use the most beautiful words to describe the Jiangnan rain, because the river is beautiful, I always love Jiangnan, like West Lake, Zhong Ling Yuk, daughter of a humble family like I dare not flatter, the beauty of West Lake. Just to think that "the beautiful hometown today, but Anhui" home, the white plaster Lake pan, lotus boat head, floating in the edge, is a memory or dust...

Mist misty rain, as if returning to the dreams, night worried about hometown.

Even the tiger under the bamboo reed Park, located in front of the family, solitary charged and aestheticism, the love in bamboo lettering, like digging up bamboo shoots teenager, always do the unrealistic dreams, with the rainy season, the memory in the United States sword in the heart. Everything seems in yesterday, especially the memory of childhood, there is always the bamboo's shadow, like green, like leaves that maintain one's original pure character, green flowers ashamed, but in the rainy season, bamboo is a head, be out of spirits, like me, always special sulked during the rainy season, the mood is not bad, but the years, I have been accustomed to find it, gradually accepted the truth, the rainy season is a rainy season... This is the house that is, make people love and pity.

The earliest memory is a junior high school, nature is a nostalgia and fell dejected time, it was like a bike and songs of the era, full of speed and passion, seek to prevail over others, but many more naive, and from there, I learned not to sing songs, learn to cherish cherish something, someone, but to understand some things, because some people miss will become regrets it, something to those people, already far away, I want to give up but you have to give up. When the tape machine, is the most popular, the most happy thing is that his hand is a new tape or on CD, but I can love, hold the headset, cross bike in the continuous rain, in newly tarred road, back and forth, in the rain off always so beautiful, visual and auditory combination always indulge in pleasures without stop, there is always a rain does not touch the skirts of the feeling, enjoying this make people love and hate rain, every time, are watery eyes, like crying, like rain... Really hope that song, in that way, the dream will continue forever, this life is so old, sleepless, spend the time, as I came, soundless and stirless, rain fall silent...

At that time, need every day to ride to the town center, go to school, come back at night is the gray one, a lot of time there will be a kind of illusion, confused night and day, this is the power of rain, the Jiangnan rain, always full of mystery, it is difficult to fathom... I am not a good boy, I like people don't like something, most feeling something is your car, that a pair of headphones, collection of CD, there are those who turn many times in the novel, again and again, not to mind taking the trouble, sometimes find yourself up is not a book, not be back to wander, go back to the time, I will not leave too much mark, I is the way of life in the lost lamb, science will not always take good care of yourself, take care of people around you, is that before, after or so, the only difference is, your life is like rain, this night sleepless is hate, life does not change is anxious, like the rain is erratic, where is way, or from me on your time will never return, doomed to wandering..

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