~~~Snow White and Rose Red~~~
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22.10.2019 09:59
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Imperfection itself is also a kind of beauty - as soon as the inscription goes into the fall, I am busy, learning, specialties, and then come one after another. When I was busy sneaking, it was already "the autumn leaves of the red leaves and yellow flowers." After the frost has passed, in the late autumn, the leaves are yellow and yellow, which outlines a bleak and beautiful artistic conception. There is a way to go home. There are tall and tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road. The green leaves of the trees are gold-plated by the years, like the blonde in Chinatown, pretty and bright. The autumn wind of the sorrow has not only not been a trace of sorrow, but has been "prosperous." Numerous leaves of various shapes are covered with tarmac roads, which appear to be oil paintings with gradients of green, green, yellow-green, bright yellow and earthy yellow. Standing in the painting, I can't hear the sound of the wind, I can't see the graceful grace of the wind, and I can't even touch the coolness of it. However, the presence of the wind, the leaves of the sycamore, fluttering, rotating, and falling with the melody of the wind. Pick a leaf and gently touch it to see its delicate texture. Only one corner completely withered, lost the old looks, was about to throw away, my mother stopped me, "Don't throw, although it seems to be ugly, but it is actually another unique beauty. Imperfection is also a kind of beauty. Imperfection itself is also a kind of beauty. There is no perfect person, no leaves are finished Newport 100S. Every leaf has a place that is not perfect Wholesale Cigarettes, and people are also. What is the perfect standard? Looking at the different angles, the standard of the results is different. Later, every time I passed the "Symbol Road", I wanted to find an imperfect sycamore leaf. Its beauty is unique, it is ingenious, and it is dry. The corner is the most beautiful sorrow, and it is the most special imprint of it Online Cigarettes. Just walk slowly and listen to the sound of the phoenix leaves and the soles of the feet. A piece of fallen leaves falls on my palm. Suddenly some inexplicable sadness, like I remembered the phrase "Ye's departure is the passion of the wind, or the right not to stay. |
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