| | | | | | | | | 2018/04/23 18:50:13 プライベート♪ | | | The most affectionate April day. | |
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A good time to April the awaken of spring is abundant, who lived in the noisy city we had been looking forward to feeling the breath of spring, spring is flowers and plants, is a countryside, Bridges the somebody else is, is xanadu, or that patches of golden rape field, in April, let's go out for a walk, to embrace the most beautiful spring!
In the early morning of April, it was easy to draw, with a comfortable posture and a quiet mind, and a veil of gauze enveloped the countryside. The early bird gets the worm, the early bird has the spirit, the morning is like the brocade, it is our most beautiful dress, the heart is like the swallow, the light stretch.
The smoke of the morning picnics rose up over the village, the fresh air mingled with the enchanting glow, and the fogs covered the countryside. Chunyan low flying, egret gao xiang; The bee sings and the frog sings. The green of the wheat, the golden yellow of rape; Looming; Hidden in the White House of the peach tree, a different kind of spring scenery is depicted...
April is the season of the year. Without the beginning of the early spring, there is not the occasional hot spring. Everything is just fine, beautiful scenery, warm spring breeze. The season can not affect the life, but can affect the person's mood. The perfect beauty always meets the right person, who says the season has no bosom friend? I love every inch of April, every scene.
Peach blossom in April, love peach blossom, because she deduces or beautiful or desolate love story. The burning of the peach, the world of faye, the charming of the tree. Watch a happy garden full of peach blossoms, a heart that does not dye the dust to warm. May each of us, in the midst of the world, be not lost in the wilderness, and may sit upon a rock, and be drunk before falling.
People meet flowers in different ways and see flowers. This moment forever, is the most beautiful poem in spring, no matter what flowers are you, no matter you are what kind of life, the spring never forgot you, no matter which corner you are in, you have to do, is to blossom in spring, the color was supposed to belong to you...
Like life, some people have a busy stage, as the white cherry blossoms and crimson peach blossom, the ten thousand people looking forward to growth, bloom, with a lot of attention, focus, applause, applause, but it will have a curtain call that day, Some people have a stage that is quiet, like the rape of the country, in the open field of the breeze, free to grow, but also have the harvest of the season.
Spring is the beginning of the four seasons and the rebirth of the world. In this season of vitality, all things have a spirit and beauty. Hope that each of us, for all life, has an inner truth. In the passage of time, slowly become a pure person.
May the years be new and the world is still. Let the spring breeze take us on the road, let the spring flowers give us gorgeous, let the spring rain to moisten our hearts, let us go on a journey, hope that the journey will meet everything is beautiful...
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