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The sky is full of fallen leaves, silently.

The streets are full of clothes, quietly stained with the smell of sunshine.

Hold a pot of hot tea and pick up a sheet of paper.

Write autumn fairy tales to you from afar.

We, live quietly.

The fence of the balcony with a small ephedra bird.

Join me in humming the ballads of my childhood.

Suddenly tied up his long hair with two naughty little tails.

In front of the mirror, the smile on his face is still innocent.

We are still living quietly.

I heard it when the purple wind chimes rang in front of the window.

A string of small moods, jumping in the warm palms of the hand.

A string of small beauties, frozen in a quiet time.

The olive tree in the dream also hangs a string of small poems.

We are still living quietly.

Shamrock's Wish Seeds.

Plant my little potted plant carefully.

In the starry night sky, pray.

Smiling fortresses plastered on the walls.

We, live quietly.

Afternoon after the rain.

The wind is blowing. The smell of grass fills the sun.

White clouds stain the scent of marshmallows.

Messy mood.

Hang on the wind-blown clothes pole.

Boom and boom.

At this time. Write a poem to yourself.

It's like giving a quiet time.

Bring a cup of fresh green tea.

Visiting the Summer" is a ride on the little white boat of childhood.

Like a sprig of sweet ice cream.

Blend into the blue sea.

Childhood fairy tales.

Turning into an emerald green breath drifts away in the wind.

Lonely mood.

Lying in the July sun, quietly comfortable.

Quietly fall asleep with the fragrance of tea.

Wild geese on the sea, cicadas in the trees.

Let it be. Lost time, boring afternoon.

Let it be. At this time, the mischievous raindrops slipped into the sea.

At one end of the cloud hides a fresh rainbow.

The forest in my dream is also summer.

See the little mushroom fairy in the woods.

We're inviting us to visit the summer together.

The sea, the sea, the sea is full of water!

Horses, horses, four-legged!

In my heart, there is a place that is unfathomable, which has never been asked, you are the flame of hope, illuminating my future for me, illuminating hope, in every dark night, it is you who care, in every cold night, it is you who give me endless warmth, the sky is raining, every raindrop is telling.

Mother is a big ship.

Carry me to the sea.

To seek the mystery of life.

To explore the wonders of the world.

Mother is a high mountain.

The liquid is the reservoir of all things.

Nurture me to grow.

Strengthen my body and mind.

Mother is a moving song.

Take me everywhere.

With her beautiful tunes.

Singing the history of the motherland.

Warm mother.

1. "See you after reading the clumsy volume".

Tang Lulun. Ling Bo broke away from reading late, how do you know that the words are similar.

In vain, the flowers and trees have no new ideas, and the old residence is damaged by the stream.

The forbidden road to see the mountain song is slow, and the cloud division should be sparse when playing the moon leak.

Shen Worry dares to look at the Golden Gate Summon, and he is ashamed and empty.

2, "Qingming".

Song Wang Yuyan.

There are no flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming, and the interest is like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lights.

3, "Sending Xue Xiucai".

Tang Huangfu Ran.

Although he is a mountain seeker, he is also the same as the slow world.

Reading is quiet, no brown and no poverty.

Wild spring and winter trees, roosters near and far.

Gong Xuan is my friend, and he is on a blind date.

4, "Winter Night Reading Shows Ziyu".

Song Lu You. Reading thousands of books without food, and taking off the millet is in front of the book.

To know that you have always known your heart, Qu Hu is also happy to drink water.

5. "Living Water Pavilion Reading Books with Feelings Two Songs, One of Them".

Song Zhu Xi. Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wandered together.

Ask the canal that is as clear as promisedFor there is a source of living water.

We grew up under the sun Wen Deng Yongwang.

How sunny it is.

A hundred flowers bloom.

How fragrant the air is.

How big our hearts are.

Yes! We grow in the sun.

Our roads are getting wider and wider.

We grow in the sun.

Our hearts are getting brighter and brighter.

White doves fly in the blue sky.

Birds singing alongside.

Yang Liu raised his face.

How happy we were.

Yes! We grow in the sun.

Our roads are getting wider and wider.

We grow in the sun.

Our hearts are getting brighter and brighter.