[Dream]
Night has come, so quiet, so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. With the voice of my heart, I asked myself: The night is really beautiful. Suddenly, you came, the night was no longer silent, and my heart was no longer like water.
The heart lake is swept by the unintentional wind, gently raising ripples. It is not the eyes that are indifferent, but the moving heart and rational thoughts.
Is it because I have a dream in my heart that I am searching for it like this? Or is there a dream pressing deep in your heart that makes your heart persistent? It is a hypothetical question. If you ask it yourself, you must answer it yourself. Just like some things, I clearly know the answer, but I will ask again and again.
Turning around, I accidentally saw that youth. That yesterday was poor in material and full of energy. Writing some words that I don’t know how to interpret, a few words cannot be the key to express my sorrow in writing new poems, and it will not open the door of youthfulness.
Behind youth is innocent and lovely childhood, which is a carefree dream. My mother said that I was the most powerful when I was a child. I scratched my third cousin’s face for a piece of candy. Until now, my eldest cousin, who has become a mother-in-law, still laughs at me when she sees Ethiopia Sugar: greedy. I smiled bitterly. My childhood dream, Ethiopia Sugar is my favorite piece of sorghum gummy candy. When you put it in your mouth, it feels a little sour, a little sweet, and soft, but not sticky to your teeth. It feels good to chew it gradually. People are so weird, and the first feeling will never be forgotten, so to this day, every Chinese New Year, I still buy this kind of sorghum candy, even though I can’t taste the sweetness of my childhood, even though my son and daughter disdain it, I Or I bought it back stubbornly, savoring the aftertaste alone, looking for the taste of the sorghum candy I snatched from my cousin’s mouth when I was a child.
Dreams also travel through time, just like the now popular time and space TV series. In April of that year, I met my current lover. His maturity and stability attracted me, who was reluctant to step out of school. I was new to the world and not familiar with it. Just like a bird that has just come out of the cage and can’t find ET Escorts, what it fears most is its mother’s frown. Motivation is what gets you started . Habit is what keeps you gEthiopia Sugaroing. With a sad face, I am most afraid of hearing the sighs of my father who is suffering from illness. That year the green poplar trees burned all over the hills and fields, and I put on myAfter wearing a red hijab and marrying him, Meng felt like home, with responsibilities and running around at home. I still remember that in order to catch the chick that was just half a month old in the heavy rain and could not find its mother, I was soaked like a drowned rat. I hugged the cute chick and cried with love. My lover smiled so hard that he pointed at me and said, “You are so stupid, you are just a little chicken. Are you okay with that?”
As for, even now, when I see the chick, I will think of the trembling chick in my arms begging for help. At that moment, I should be her life-saving straw.
The dream is also growing, and as I mature, I still like the Ethiopia Sugar Daddy dream. I like the beauty and colorfulness of dreams. Life becomes rich because of dreams. For dreamsET Escorts, I am not afraid of hard work. , Dream, thank you for giving me hope and motivation.
[ET Escorts Rose Flower]
There are no rose flowers in the south, and some are only roses of the Rosaceae family. Some people ask them to thorn roses and put them on the windowsill of every house. The flowers in the greenhouse are also very bright. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, there are also golden ones, like the golden color of sunflowers, and there are also lavender ones. This kind has Ethiopia SugarThe rich fragrant aroma makes people take a whiff and penetrate deep into the spleen and lungs. I can’t help but recall the saying: Give someone a roseEthiopia Sugar, and the fragrance will linger in your hands.
There is “Wei” in the name, and I must have a special liking for roses. However, the most common thing in my eyes is the lilac trees on both sides of the road behind my house.
No matter how hard it is, lilacs will bloom during the season. Get the first place in the corners and ravines in the south. Because she understands that it is not as attractive as the peonies in the garden, let alone the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms. It can only leave a little bit of bitterness on the sensitive tongue of that passionate beauty. So Lilac chose the cold corner of the south, waiting for the spring breeze to bathe and the spring rain to wash her. What else? There are loyal guards around her, perhaps her most gentle lover – next to each lilac plant there will be a weeping willow or small poplar tree used to beautify. They used their tall bodies to shield the petite lilac from the wind and rain.
Flowers have their own seasons, and each flower blooms at a different time. Such as plum blossoms. I have never seen plum blossoms. She likes to bloom in the cold winter, and people chant Ethiopians EscortShe has a fragrance and the quality that Ling Leng can create alone. Where are the chrysanthemums? The autumn frost has passed, and many flowers have withered. Only the chrysanthemum has raised its smiling face, swaying in the autumn wind with thousands of autumn charms. I have never seen peach blossoms, but my friends told me that peach blossoms are the earliest to bloom, eager to announce the arrival of spring.
Hundreds of flowers are blooming in the garden. You love peonies, he loves orchids, and she loves roses. Everyone has their own love. I still love my own roses!
That year, my brother-in-law’s office was renovated, and a thorn rose plant in front of the door was cut down. My sister knew that I liked it, so she gave me a few. I took it home like a treasure and planted it in the most visible place in my yard. In order to see her every day, from that position, I only had to stand in front of the window in the house to catch a glimpse of her beauty. I took special care of it, and the rose flower really lived up to my wishes and grew many buds. The green buds broke out of the ground and were very attractive. I told my daughter: “You must not forget to water the water when your mothers are not at home.” After a month, the rose flower actually saw buds. At first, there were only one or two, but gradually there were more buds. Unexpectedly, Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to iEthiopians Sugardaddyt. The rose flower transplanted to the south, There is also such lush vitality.
On a rainy night in June, it was raining after closing the door and staying overnight. My mother often said this, but it is really right. At the beginning, it was still raining and quite boring. Standing in front of the window, looking at the drizzle, I still felt a little poetic in my heart. Tick tick tick, the raindrops on the eaves formed a water line, cleaning the cement yard from top to bottom.
Suddenly, God seemed to be angry, his face changed, and it started raining heavily. The sky and the earth were blurred, and there was no clear space in sight. I was worried about the rose flower in the yard. The buds that were just about to open were still very Ethiopians Escortare weak, can they withstand the attack of this heavy rain? I have to find a way to cover her up. My lover said: What can I do? How about you hold an umbrella and come back when the rain stops? A nymphomaniac. My heart aches slightly, like being pricked by a thorn. He doesn’t understand my love for the rose flower.
I was worried about the rose all night and couldn’t sleep well. Tossing and turning, unable to dream. At the third watch, the sound of rain gradually became quieter, and I felt more at ease and comforted. I pray that my favorite rose flower is well!
Early in the morning, I hurriedly opened the door and ran out, entering the yard, not caring that I was still wearing slippers. God, I canThe rose of love has bloomed. The heavy rain overnight did not stop her yearning for the sunshine and her expectation for the flowering period. The newborn sunshine is already dazzling, and the roses shine brightly under the first ray of sunshine.
ET Escorts Blooming, red petals, tiny goose-yellow stamens, crystal clear raindrops below, heart-shaped petals Set off by a piece of green leaves. There is still something to be released, grinning, like a self-possessed girl, half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms. As for the bones, they wrap tightly around the body and don’t allow the passing bees and butterflies to get in. I was stunned, Go confidently iET Escortsn the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. For the tenacity of the rose flower and persistence.
After that, I loved the rose even more, but it was a pity that no one lived in the house at home, so I rented it out. I also repeatedly told the female tenant farmer that she must protect my rose flower. But my wish was still not fulfilled. When I looked in the yard again, several roses were already in full bloom. I lovingly cut off the overgrown ones and returned them to the garden. The green branches were specially pruned for a while. After pouring enough Ethiopians Sugardaddy water, I warned the female tenant farmers: Don’t forget to water the flowers. Looking at her disdainful eyes, my heart was Ethiopia Sugar Daddy.
Rose flowers are not camels and have no water storage effect. The soil on this side of the house is sandy, and it hasn’t rained for half a month, so the roses have not been watered. In addition, bugs have appeared, and they were not dealt with in time. When I took the time to look again, the roses were already in full bloom, not Ethiopians Escort, it should be said that they were fragrant jade. Died. I dare not look at her Ethiopians Escort, because I will be very sad and my heart will be very painful. I remember that I wrote a few poems that time:
You are here
LightGently
A goose-yellow plant brings me ET Escorts‘s dream
I like your face
How do you Just left
Gently
Also took away my love and confusion on the rainy night
I will never see you again
Raise your pride towards meET Escorts A smiling face
I can’t smell you anymore
The fragrance is sweeter than tuberose
Never again Not enough
Talk to youEthiopians Sugardaddy‘s love
Where should I sacrifice you
My favorite rose flower
Is there a paradise for you in hell?
If there is
There must be a nymphomaniac like me
Calling you deeply
Now I will still remember you, the rose flower in my dream. That fragrance, that appearance, that essence are engraved into my bones Ethiopians Escort no matter how many years pass by, my love for you remains the same. .
[Fragrance of petals]
At the age of 40, I actually picked up the rusty pen from back then. I was still obsessed with it and often typed my beloved words. The feeling was happy and comfortable.
We don’t expect every drop of ink fragrance to be alluring and beautiful, just because every drop of ink fragrance can bring out the whispers from the bottom of our heart.
Love is written vividly and poignantly. The heroism of the southerners is also tinged with the gentleness and resentment of the southern Ethiopia Sugar rain.
Hate, written heartily, without pretense or hypocrisy, the edges of youth have not been rounded by the world, and self-deprecating: mountains and rivers are hard to change, and character is hard to change.
Emotions are as thick as iron needles and as thin as hair. Family affection is flesh and blood, friendship is nerves and concern. Don’t be determined to stay, but also Ethiopians Sugardaddy don’t let go easily, come and go. It always seems impossible until it’s done. .
Sorrow, autumn heart is filled with sorrow. When you were young, you forced yourself to talk about your worries, but are you no longer confused? Afraid of being sad, afraid of fish crawling into the corners of my eyes and unwilling to swim away, afraid of the traces of time, afraid of fleeting time. So mentally matureI no longer say that if you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow again, and you will drink to drown your sorrows, and your sorrows will become even more sorrowful. Life is short, and it only takes one day to cry, and one day to laugh, so why bother?
Ethiopia Sugar Daddy The rose has passed, but the spirit of the flower is still there. I am still whispering in my sleep, just like the purple swallows flying in front of the hall. , coming and going, tirelessly.
Ethiopia Sugar DaddyThe eyes are locked with abundant emotion, rather than a touch of sadness. The tapping of the fingertips is not a cool level, but a flying passion.
ET Escorts How dare you say that the flowers are picked up in the morning when you are still young? Let’s freeze the pictures of each season! Beautiful or ugly, just because I’ve been here before. I hope that the fragrance of these petals will turn into the most lovely words Do something today that your future self will thank you for., flying like a butterflyEthiopians EscortIn the temple of words.
One petal, after years, the withered red leaves turn into thousands of words, some are rich, some are plain, some are passionate, some are mixed, and are worn into OpportunitEthiopians Escorties don’t hapEthiopians Sugardaddypen, you create them. A string of wind chimes.
The tinkling wind chimes are as loud as a mountain stream, and the fragrance of my rose flowers floats on the water… 
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