Ink Street Painting years of writing imitation children s water

Birds, in. High. Under the table. The head of the ink flows, and the branches have classes.

Light bush in. The ground, the school pages, moving, the book is whispering.

Slow. The tip of the tree is a wing, and the butterfly is self-tuned. Changjizhu - sinking in the rich of the sound heart tree of the sound of the pen in the whole realm - singing from Feihab.

Xueqing wants to pass down the Qingzhenyuan frog in the knurling stop small.

The book of the banyan is only full of the upper leaves. Grass trees.

The opera branch has played the fairy - full of green ha.

Dragonfly slow"I want to know that Zisheng is in the voice, and I see myself more, but I am in Ha, and I am drunk with Yangshi.

The light is everywhere, and the banyan is light and unreal. Charge"Sound.

A butterfly read books to each other.

The school moved to say that the whole air quietly had a small leaf of water, which hand was green and slightly high-flavored.

Middle-, under the bath laughs.

Listen to the old children.

Forward sound grass clusters. Aesthetician.

Be. Listen to the ground, and you take advantage of it.

The village wheat is out of school, and he is very yellow and even, and the yellow puppet is watching the faint field and dancing in the quiet and the seedlings are sweet and green.

The little ones on the street were noisy and noisy, and the dogs were happy to brush.

Good. On the kite, you are in peace.

Don't show that people don't laugh when they come, and thank you after you see them.

The wind is so light that the fields are not clear.

Child! Let go of the frolic Qi only in the countryside to sleep in the green.

The dance is small.

people. The faint Mai An was noisy, and the village children listened to the wild laughter and moved to sleep, and the cuitou dog had to be released.

The seedlings of the ground are all brushed together in the street, and the fields are sweet.

Yellow-green even incense, he came to school slightly, brushed up the wind after the zither.

Quiet. That's not fun.

Summary. The willow tree by the stream (catching loaches) uses the stream water as a tool for washing, and the loaches are affectionately next to the stream. The stream shone with emerald green figures, and the figures of loaches shone in the stream. Suddenly, there was a thud and the figure shattered.

The weeping willows use the stream as a mirror for dressing, and the mountain stream is as calm as a belt of green jade. The figure had dyed the stream green, and a red dragonfly stood on the fishing rod. Suddenly there was a thud and the figure shattered, and fish and laughter jumped on the grass.

Imitation of the ink painting of childhood - by the stream.

By the stream (catching loaches) the willow tree uses the stream water as a tool for washing, and several loaches are affectionately next to the stream. The stream shone with emerald green figures, and the figures of loaches shone in the stream. Suddenly, there was a flutter, the figure shattered, the weeping willow used the stream as a mirror for dressing, and the mountain stream was as calm as a green jade belt.

The figure dyed the water green of the creek, and a red dragonfly stood on the fishing rod. Suddenly there was a thud and the figure shattered, and fish and laughter jumped on the grass.

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The school can't hear the birds singing on the branches, but the sound of reading spreads all over the campus, the pages of the books are gently turned on the desks, the ink slowly flows out from the tip of the pen, and the little hands are held high in front of the teacher, and they also want to tell the teacher their hearts.

A parasitic star is a small satellite that has been dropped by the enemy and can be attached to the enemy's satellite. It can jam and destroy enemy satellites in wartime according to the corresponding instructions of the other side.

Well, the contract includes human health, people are recognized, they are not thirsty, they are not thirsty, and the science and technology are hot, and they are not afraid and happy, and then happy.

Flowers Butterflies stop on green leaves and flutter their wings slightly, and dragonflies fly quietly in the sun.

The green grass fills the whole clearing, and the naughty children play with each other, and the laughter and laughter merge into the whole grass.

Hahaha---"

Hahaha---"

The water droplets under the banyan tree roll on the green lotus leaves, and the frogs chirp rhythmically.

Clusters of branches and leaves are covered with banyan trees, and I want to taste the fragrance of books under the tree.

I don't know that I am in reality, but I am intoxicated by the beautiful fairyland.

The school could not hear the birds singing in the branches.

It's just that the sound of reading is heard all over the campus.

The pages are gently turned over the desk, and the ink slowly flows from the tip of the pen.

The little hand is held high in front of the teacher.

I also want to tell my teachers what I think.

The countryside does not hear the noise of the streets.

The green fields are also very quiet.

The wheat sprouts danced in unison in the breeze.

The puppy slept soundly on the floor.

Occasionally, the laughter of children can be heard.

It was when they flew a kite at dusk after school.

I couldn't hear the noise of the corridor between classes, and I didn't care how loud the classroom was playing.

The school could not hear the birds singing in the branches.

It's just that the sound of reading is heard all over the campus.

The pages are gently turned over the desk, and the ink slowly flows from the tip of the pen.

The little hand is held high in front of the teacher.

I also want to tell my teachers what I think.

A large green umbrella on a cedar tree, and a flock of white doves dancing and singing in the shade of the tree.

The sunlight watched quietly in the cracks of the leaves, and thousands of eyes weaved into a net of light, as if the old tree had also become younger, puffing out its green palms again and again.

In the distance, a round of sun crept up the hillside, and against the blue sky, it became confused and beautiful.

Look, there are a few geese flying around, as if they can't find their way home.

The sun is like a painter who dyes the people who work in the mountains red.

A ribbon by the river that was as bright as glass was twisted and curved, as if there was no end.

The small fish jumped out of the water, as if to say hello to the sun.

The tall "guardian" next to him was still standing.

Forest loggers are coming and making the forest scary.

The critters run and run, making the forest noisy.

The "Red Scarf" is coming, making the forest as quiet as it used to be.

Flowers Butterflies stop on green leaves and flutter their wings slightly, and dragonflies bend and fly quietly in the sun.

The green grass cloth filled the whole clearing, and the naughty children frolicked with each other, and the laughter and laughter blended into the whole grass.

Hahaha---

Hahaha---

The water droplets under the banyan tree roll on the green lotus leaves, and the frogs chirp rhythmically.

Clusters of branches and leaves are covered with banyan trees, and I want to taste the fragrance of books under the tree.

I don't know that I am in reality, but I am intoxicated by the beautiful fairyland.

Wow--- childhood is like an ink painting.

Freely and leisurely.

I reveled in it and composed a beautiful music.

I think (1) I want to turn my little hands into three autumn laurels, fragrant to the universe, and even Chang'e looks back frequently.

I want to put my feet on the road, Friend Oak.

Turn into gurgling water, let the mother river.

Forever sailing.

I want to keep my eyes on it.

Turning into the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the child under the banyan tree I want to put the body.

Turning into fertile land, so that the barren land in the northwest also has the fragrance of wheat.

I think (2) I want to hang my ears high in the air and be vigilant at all times, so that criminals have nowhere to hide.