A persimmon tree turned red from orange
Picking fallen leaves
That year, I led my child to the park to pick fallen leaves
Just picked up a few, I met a fellow villager
asked, "What are you mother and son doing?"
"We are picking up leaves!" The child answered loudly
"Well, this is good, this doesn't cost money,
pick up a little more. A persimmon tree turned red from orange Picking fallen leaves That year, I led my child to the park to pick fallen leaves Just picked up a few, I met a fellow villager asked, "What are you mother and son doing?" "We are picking up leaves!" The child answered loudly "Well, this is good, this doesn't cost money, pick up a little more."The fellow villager smiled and walked away We picked up the Dharma tung leaves Ginkgo leaves Poplar leaves tung leaves After returning, I stroked some of the leaves, flattened After a week, I carefully pasted it on the notebook And I also put a few poetic words under each leaf In order to prevent the leaves from being lonely specially picked some rose petals for twenty years, and then I opened this "flower and leaf collection" A lot of fresh days suddenly gathered around...
A persimmon tree converted from orange
was published by the nearby river public account
Then, the pine tree forwarded, the willow tree forwarded
The Chinese locust tree was collected, Sycamore tree also collected
Dangfeng Editor recommended it to Fengcheng official account
was topped to the home page the next day
attracted likes and comments from citizens
Empty cicada
ml2 This spherical red fruit of 地方
with the little wind, poetic
I call her gently, empty cicada
She must have come from " Story of Genji "
Otherwise, how beautiful, beautiful
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Under the light, the heart sets in the diary, and a few surprise words of surprise, swaying poetic
, this is the good night blessing of the empty cicada
Yellow grass
It's late autumn, and I bent down at the foot of the mountain to cut the grass called yellow grass
When the sun is half dry, my mother will weave matzo
Has stacks of large and small sizes are covered with matzo
Hast stacks of large and small 0 It's as if you were a scholar-like spiritThe yellow grass is tall, different from the graceful charm of the grass
. Other grasses cannot imitate
The seeds picked at the top are like birds
The posture in the wind is particularly lively
After many years, I saw it Seeing the bird of paradise
I remembered the yellow grass in my hometown
Stories
Each vegetable has its own story
I invite the satisfied vegetables to go upstairs to chat
Celery says she goes to the runway with her sisters
Eggplant says she is an interesting story about her neighbors with peppers
Mushrooms say their hard entrepreneurial stories
Radish says her adventures when she goes out to work
Tomatoes tell her love story
When we heard the romantic place, we applauded
The lotus said that she cooperated with the pond
Flowers bloomed in the pond and was the most beautiful and intoxicating
Pork belly
When I heard the happy place, I rolled up my sleeves and cooked
for every story Fry a dish
Each distinctive fragrance is connected to a wave line
Her text
Her text either sprinkle sunshine or pleasure
When my heart is cold, I go to rub the sunshine html When l3
emo, I would borrow some pleasure
She must be a smart and elegant person
Otherwise, she would not impress the noble text
She must be a very insightful person
Otherwise, how to take action will be extraordinary
She must be a person with a long-term mind
is so particular about the background of the pen and ink
I guessed her in the sun
I thanked her in pleasure
Unconsciously turned into a dream and drank wine
Blacksmith
I hold the hammer of feeling in the right hand
Left hand uses iron pliers from the stove of feeling
Put a burnt mood iron block
On the anvil accumulated in reading
Knock and beat
When a crescent-shaped poetry sickle is made,
throw it into the cool water
"Puff", hot smoke rises
I sat on the threshold with relief and looked at the clouds
