Datianyouxin
September 12, 2021
Suqiu, which is similar every year, is like the spring that passed by carelessly not long ago. One after another, it fell here and went with the wind and rain. But-colorful flowers and plants, thick and dense clouds are struggling to rush into the eyes, this is the midsummer back garden that has been forgotten by autumn.
At night, crickets and frogs groaned and sang with unknown birds. Indoor friends toasted and drank, just shaking their heads out of the red dust, waking up drunk and no time.
Walking around the lake in the early morning, the gentle breeze blows, and it is cool. Xiaguang, beaming light, sleeping in the clouds and dreaming for a while.
It takes a period of time to make us feel that it is good to come.
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