When the frost is Green, who will weave the clothes?

I can’t say that all the green is still green. If you can find the photo of spring, compared with the current green, there is no ambiguity. These days, the weather was like early spring, the continuous rain, falling, coldness began to spread, the curtain of the Xuan window moved, it seemed to send the autumn cool in the oblique wind into the eyes of the shutter people. The people who lived in the post Hall wrote down the notes of thoughts with the lamplendous lights. Helpless, Swan Goose hurt its wings. Hesitated, listening to the shiver of leaves in the rain. Maybe it is because of the Spring Festival in August! Although it is impossible to say that it is decadent, it cannot be said that there is no such tendency. In fact, different moods lead to different scenery. A kind of leisure, there is a kind of scenery with it. In the haze, wandering people suffer from the erosion of the wind under the eaves. The sunshine in the vision seems to be engulfed by the black hole. The tiny stars have become the rudiment of rain, and then scattered with autumn. Cold, Mountain Forest and red maple leaves present the last joy of life to the people who enjoy the mountains and waters. Went to,. Flashy late. When you are fat, you begin to lose weight. It seems that there is no indication of the real direction of the High Peak. Those who come and go, party here, no one will respond to anyone. Doubt each other, guess each other, and guard against each other. Only one North, empty. The dagger was hidden in each other’s heart. Fortunately, the obstacle of Lan AI blocked the criticism of eyes. Plain desert, a plate of sunflowers, its expression lost its brilliance, because of the dark weather, and at a loss. This is not bad, at least some spare time to cure sprain. The abyss is bottomless, and the Dragon hides here. He closed his eyes and recuperated himself, letting the snake lizard perform. The sparse umbrella moves in the trickle rain. Muddy, in a way of metaphor, to persuade the difficult steps. It was dim and vague, and slightly revealed the vicissitudes of life under the clear wiping of the rain. The dander of cicada slough also showed the exhausted ancient meaning. The chaotic eyes stopped blinking in the field of dull recovery. The blind staff, wearing the shoes, kept knocking on the ground, withered grass for weft, Rong grass for Warp, net its shadow. Occasionally, a whine of a worm and a breeze can erode its footprints. Deviated from the dynamic balance, if so, brilliance began to end. The lingering sound is just a slender vine, and the unhanging light and shade are slowly fading. The fallen moon in the deserted well has lost its appearance, and only one side of it has sealed up the bright and rotten photos of the past. A frame of patterns on the decay edge records the original. Moss is like dull purple lips, enduring the unbearable illness. The injury wrapped in the cough. Where is the swinging graceful swing? The website of Qiu Zhi received the smile written on the cover of youth. The failure of the withered and the dust of the Sun and the moon is collected. What does the meaning of its collapsed branches and parasitic thatch express? Yu Si, a crow is speechless, and it pecks to the sky. I don’t know where the grave robbers came from, digging out the deep buried plot. Scattered stories, like plague, began to approach the living creatures. Fossils, waking up, frightened the disaster when it came, erupted like explosion. The resurrection eyes are transparent to the barrier of time and space. The mislisted traces are different from those described in ancient books and records. However, their explicit meanings penetrate the reality. If it stands as the Optimus, it will be inscribed in the most beautiful tomb of doomsday. Stagnant words and unfinished actions inherit the original style and continue the original. What kind of reincarnation is this? Not complete repetition replaces human will. What else would the chariot set out today, running through the tunnel of time, besides hearing the sound of Bang and shaking off the flying feathers? Whose decline is carried by fallen leaves like money? The singer, somehow, could not make a sound. Its long shadow was disturbed by chaos. Who can resist the coming darkness! Who is prophet? No one is a prophet! Not the determination of the Prophet, standing in the deep darkness. The darkness gave him a loose coat. However, he was sure that the deepest darkness was closest to the brilliant brightness! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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