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The fingers of the Paulownia

Purple, very light very light purple, light to near white, but still let a person easily distinguish it is purple, the purple, so abrupt jump out from between the walls, the wind blow, straight into the human heart, gradually formed a inex…

Through the late autumn

My hands in his pockets, along the familiar road walk, eyeful is bleak and desolate. The withered leaves rustle rolling along the road teeth, I was lost in the years jingling mood. I work hard, but not up to pick up. I close my eyes, shaki…

Cut a flower song graceful

Sunshine every day, every day of the warm, always arrive, feel happy. Time flies, time, a day away, always inadvertently, old age, weight Confidante. We cannot stop the flow of time, but there is no reason to refuse, to enjoy the bright su…