Till the End
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03.12.2019 07:17
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In summer, return to your hometown. Passing by the pond, the lotus leaves are green, and thoughts flow in, remembering that childhood. When innocence is unheeded, it is no shame. A man ran to the pond and looked at the lotus leaves full of the pond Cheap Cigarettes, that green. Realize "the endless green leaves of the lotus and the red lotus in the sun". That's real. Pick a few lotus leaves and cover it. Holding a pool of water and spilling it into the lotus leaf, the lotus leaf was not soaked, and the dripping water did not leak, embracing in the "heart". Later I learned that this is because there is a waxy layer on the surface of the lotus leaf, which can make the lotus leaf have a double-sparse effect without water. I took a few more hands and gently put them into the lotus leaves. Water flows into the center along the edge of the lotus leaf, where it meets with other "little friends". In this way, a small pond was formed, clear and immaculate. The lotus leaves also have their own postures. There is dew on the lotus leaf, like the trouble, the lotus leaf is tilted to one side, showing a slight inferiority. But it did not fall, as if struggling, fighting dew, fighting troubles, unwilling to bow. And those lotus leaves without dew, constantly growing towards the sun, a little bit arrogant Marlboro Lights. Although you will get a moment of praise, a moment of appreciation, and a moment of arrogance, you can't escape the fate of being picked Newport Cigarettes Coupons, but it's just early. When picking the lotus leaf, the edge of the lotus leaf was also torn due to carelessness. Then came interest. I picked a few more lotus leaves and tore them into strips. One was missing on this side and the other was missing on the other side. Show her "work" cheerfully. Grandma Zou frowned, and told me not to pick lotus leaves again. I looked at the place just now. There was a mess, the "corpses" of lotus leaves were everywhere. Hurrying over, picking them all up and throwing them in the trash. This is a pity. What good lotus leaves, they are growing quietly, and what I broke is this tranquility, let them "wife ion scattered". They must hate me. I swear, I will never pick lotus leaves again. Now, returning to my hometown again, passing by the pond again, looking at the pond again, the green lotus leaves are less naive. I can never go back to that age, that time. There will never be again, that playful heart, that sincere look, that green lotus leaf, that quiet afternoon, what the innocent person left behind, try to cherish, you ca n��t find, do n��t stay. Keep it in your heart. |
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