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I don't remember exactly whether I know you on a rainy day or a sunny day, but I remember that my mood was as bright as the sun, nourishing a heart that had never been moistened.

When you look back and smile, my heart seems to have found a soulmate, and I believe that you are the person I have been looking for all my life. With your back, my heart is far away from me.

Every day after that, I quietly look forward to your arrival, like waiting for the land of Ganlin. But whether it is sunrise or sunset, what is waiting is always like catkins and duckweed.

As a result, there is always a lonely figure wandering on the silent path, regardless of morning and dusk. That unfading landscape.

Maybe the wind read my persistence, maybe the heavens acquiesced to my eyes, maybe the sound of the rain took away my infatuation, maybe the moon took away my heart.

I see you coming again, without some sound.

The light pace was still light, but there was a faint pause.

Finally one day, a voice like a yellow warbler sounded in my ears, you buckled my name, I got encouragement from your eyes, and also asked for your ** and name.

Whenever the night, I always want to confide in you, but I can't always muster up the courage, when I mention it to you shyly, you say it casually, so why don't you implement it.

Since then, I have heard your voice, your figure swaying in my eyes, the feelings of sunset and sunrise together, and the shining stars in the night sky.

However, you are still you, I am still me, but it is never us.

I always ask myself when I meet.

In the fog, you floated to my side, and your delicate and refined temperament was like a fairy from the Nine Heavens to the earth. I gently hold you, ride the green ox, and visit the ethereal fairyland together.

You jumped off the green ox gently, quickly hid behind the tree, and immediately there was a melodious song, I followed, you ran out from behind the tree, covered my face with both hands, and blew clearly.

Fragrance. I have been reminiscing for a long time, reminiscing about ......I love you", I plucked up the courage to tell you, and waited for your reply.

"The man on the left has almost all white hair, and his eyes also reveal countless tiredness, and the woman on the right has obviously aged a lot, and the shiny face of the past has some wrinkles," is it a bit exaggerated here, although it is to highlight the hard work of parents working for their children, but when they come back from a business trip, they are full of gray hair and have aged a lot, is it a bit exaggerated?

Camellia Guo Moruo.

When I came back from the mountain last night, I picked a few bunches of cister, a few clusters of hawthorn, and a few buds of camellia.

I cast them in an iron kettle and hung them on the wall.

Bright red hawthorn and tender yellow are lined with rich green camellia leaves - this is a flavor that cannot be described.

The black iron kettle is more like the deep rock bone of the moss.

When I woke up from my deep sleep this morning, there was a fragrant unknown flower smell in the small room.

Where did this come from?

It turned out that the camellia planted in the iron kettle actually bloomed with four white flowers!

Ah, Qingqiu is alive in my pot!