Cherry blossoms

The pink face, with a little lazy; in the early spring in March, I kept dressing up, painted my lips red, and flooded the land of the Tang Dynasty.

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A few years ago, I went to the country of cherry blossoms, which is a paradise for cherry blossoms. In the spring of March, the pink color can be seen everywhere. Walking on the side of the small intestines filled with cherry trees, the world is in the pink world. The spring breeze slips over, and the ears are filled with the whispers of the cherry petals. The heart is as calm as water. Mirror.

When the petals are turned from white to white, it is the time when the cherry blossom festival arrives. As we all know, when the cherry blossoms are the most beautiful, it is the time of dying. The cherry blossom festival, the grand memorial; the day when the memorial began, the whole world fell into the aroma and gorgeous petals. The bluestone road covered with cherry blossoms is like a glimpse of the sun, and the cherry blossoms fall like snow falling. Sitting under the old sakura, looking up at the cherry blossoms, I thought: There is an elf in every cherry tree. If she can be seen, her smile will be enough to eclipse the world; her gait must be enough to make the world fall for it. However, she was very naughty, but she hid herself. I don’t know if she would see her powder after the cherry tree.

Under a cherry tree, tourists like weaving, classical oil paper umbrellas, bright kimonos, stepping out the crisp sound of the raft, laughter, the cherry blossoms of the elves dance alone, quiet and elegant. The petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered, fell on the umbrella surface, and perched on the feet; they fell on the shoulders and slept on the lakeside. Her laughter, her tears, her bright, her loneliness; her scars, her simplicity, her quietness, her silence, all flow in the world...

Will not hang around for whom, will not stop for whom; she pours the country into the city, but also fat. On the 7th of the cherry blossoms, it was only sixteen days from full bloom to complete dying. In just sixteen days, the interpretation of beauty is so thorough. The pieces of cherry blossoms fluttered until the branches were empty. Every year, every year, life and death, reincarnation, watching thousands of lights, turned countless corners. The rain is like a feast.

The soft body falls from the branches and turns into dust. The spring breeze in March can cut out green silk crickets and cut pink dreams.

The golden jasmine jade in the cherry blossoms and the sacred sacred sacred cherry blossoms are the perfect masterpieces of the creator. Cherry blossoms, beautiful dreams...

The third middle school of Fuyang City Oilfield, the third day: Wang Wei