The teacher asked to write who whose flower fell or whose flower bloomed 5

One year's spring event, who is the peach blossom red.

Looking back, who did the dust meet.

A little Lingxi, who did the true love give.

A flower hoe, who was buried with tears.

A south window, who is Fuqin pregnant.

A leaf of Lanzhou, who is goodbye to Yanbo.

A cherished sentence, who did the end of the world send.

After a while, who did the fish book send.

A curtain of dreams, who is read by the railing.

A night of frost and wind, snow and rain sent whom.

A street of dark incense, who did Yan Shan find.

With a sense of sorrow, who has passed away in the red dust.

A river and a bright moon, looking back at who is missing.

A glass of turbid wine, meet who is drunk.

A gloom, contemplating who to remember.

A good night, pretending to hurt someone.

With a flute, who locked the empty building.

A parting, who has lost weight.

The first order of moss green, who is gone in the secluded pavilion.

A new sorrow, away from who is suffering.

A low singing, who is infatuated.

A new song, ambiguous and flirtatious.

A kind of lovesickness, to whom is the sorrow.

I am born, and I am reckless.

Who I am, who you are, and who and who you once were.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, whether we can return to the beginning.

Who promised whom, who turned his back on whom, who awaited whom in the empty cycle of reincarnation.

Who is the other side of the opposite shore thousands of years ago, and who is the front edge that will continue thousands of years later.

This is the reincarnation of who and whom, who still has how many unredeemed sins, who still has how many unfinished tears, and who still has how many sorrows to continue.

Who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, and who condenses for whom into a thousand years of tears.

Whoever guards the sea to the mulberry field for whom, and who waits the night until the day for whom.

Who boiled the green silk into white hair for whom, and who wasted youth into fallen flowers for whom.

In the end, who is who, do you know what the answer is, it is already a serious dislocation, and don't force anyone to be whom!

Who is with whom, who abandons whom, who forgets whom, who waits for whom, who loves whom.

Whose heart is still there, whose heart is broken, whose heart betrays, whose heart is hard to keep.

Eventually, people wandered around and couldn't figure out who was who.

Who made whom laugh, who made whom cry, who held whose hand, who married whom.

Whose tears wet their hearts, whose eyebrows touched the corners of their eyes.

Yasunari Kawabata's begonia flowers are still in full bloom at night......

Daddy's oleander blossoms are falling.

Melon leaf chrysanthemum (scientific name: pericallis hybrida), also known as rich chrysanthemum, cucumber flower is an annual herbaceous plant of the family Asteraceae, with a plant height of about 10 to 20 cm and large leaves, similar to melon plants, so the scientific name is called melon leaf chrysanthemum. The Chinese love to call it "rich chrysanthemum", which is a potted flower for the New Year, meaning "great wealth" and "great wealth".

The rich chrysanthemum blooms from January to May, with the head-shaped tidbits of the Asteraceae plant, which is dense and splendid, pleasing to the eye and lively when flowering.

Guarana chrysanthemum:

Perennial herb, often cultivated for 1 2 years. It is divided into tall and dwarf species, ranging from 20 to 90 cm. The whole plant is slightly hairy, and the leaves are large like melon leaves, green and shiny.

The flowers are apical, and most of the capitate inflorescences are aggregated into umbrella inflorescences, and the colors of the flowers are many and rich.

It is a perennial herb of melon leaf chrysanthemum, often cultivated for 1 2 years. It is divided into tall and dwarf species, ranging from 20 to 90 cm. The whole plant is slightly hairy, and the leaves are large like melon leaves, green and shiny.

The flower apex, the head inflorescence is mostly aggregated into an umbrella inflorescence, the inflorescence is densely covered at the top of the branch, often in the shape of a pot, the flower color is rich, except for yellow, there are other colors, there are red and white compound colors, the flowering period is 1 April. The flower language of melon leaf chrysanthemum is: joy, happiness, happiness, family joy, prosperity.

It is suitable to give to relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, this flower is brightly colored and reflects a good heart.

Almost all of my shoes have any problems with them, and they are sent here to be repaired. On the one hand, the family lives close to here, on the other hand, the parents believe in the skills of the flower master here, and many famous brand stores are sending shoes to this side Seeing is believing, what I saw myself, it used to be similar to Stellaluna, and now the grade has gone up again, Ferragamo and the like have become frequent customers here, and the flower master is still more "sincere" in business. If you ask him which brands of shoes are really good or cost-effective, he will tell us that my high heels need to be bottomed and non-slip, and the flower master recommends Italian things, even if it is a small heel with a stiletto heel, although it is a little more expensive, but it is really wear-resistant, I don't believe you can try it. Really recommend.

"The Party is the Sun, I Am the Flower".

"The Party is the Sun, I Am the Flower".

It was you who gave us the warmth of the sun;

It was you who gave us a warm spring breeze;

You are the one who gave us the wings to fly!

"The Party is the Sun, I Am the Flower".

I will bring you the fragrance of flowers;

I'm going to leave you a brilliant rainbow;

I want to dedicate the song of my heart to you!

"The Party is the Sun, I Am the Flower".

Under the sunshine of the party, the earth is full of red and willow green;

The people live happily ever after;

The motherland is changing with each passing day;

The flowers of the Motherland thrive in the light of the sun!

It was just a few months ago. There was a child whose parents were out at night, and he was home alone. Since the child didn't believe in any gods, he wasn't afraid.

This is the question of "what are you afraid of?" It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and his parents hadn't come back yet, and he was starting to get a little worried. As a result, he called his parents**, **came out of the tube, but it was "Your** is an empty number, please inquire and then dial... The child was so frightened that he called the police.

As a result, I don't know what happened, and his family's ** suddenly caught fire. The kid screamed and ran out, and they were locked up. He looked at the wall in despair.

Scared the hell out of me! The child woke up and found himself dreaming. This is, a woman brought a towel and wiped his sweat.

Then the child fell asleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I thought back to the woman, and suddenly remembered that the woman had no eyes, her eyes were pitch black, and there was blood on her face, and her face was pale. He shouted:

Yes! Help, come on! He started to run out of the door, but the door was really locked, and he went to the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife, just like the woman cut it off, and the kitchen knife cut the woman in half, and then the woman recovered.

Stretch out your hand with blood in your nails and grab it at the child.

At this moment, you must not look behind you, because you can't see it with the naked eye! If you don't copy this post to 3 people, at 4 a.m., you're going to die...