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Last night I dreamed of back home, the small building is still the army for small building, red brick and gray tile,christian louboutin sample sale 2010, in the afternoon sun is exceptionally bright, just vine yard fruiting, as small as a green pearl, hidden in thick vines and green leaves, or even blue pearls, they are angered next to the school kids thinking about, and every day to and from school, when to look around from time to time are constantly about to see when the grapes mature.
the sun through the vine, sprinkle mottled quartzite,mbt clog, and added a bit quiet among the beautiful, standing under the grape arbor looked suddenly discovered I do not know when, next to the loquat tree has been higher than the roof, this is the loquat tree I had planted, or the primary school finished loquat loquat seeds buried in the pot, hoping to grow into a batch of loquat tree, so that you can not have his way to school braved the risk of being chased scolded loquat people steal to eat, and later moved, my mother specifically to bring the tree loquat tree, planted in the yard ......., flash so many years, when the greedy The little girl has grown up and realized my loquat tree turned a childhood dream, I saw large green leaves of loquat tree, golden loquat fruit in the looming, although the fruit is relatively small, relatively sour, but at least is one of their own childhood memories and a dream come true .........
breeze, a burst of fragrance walking towards me, it was the smell of branches and flowers, small branches and flower gardens are open corner of the lush, as creamy white petals, In the green leaves against the background of exceptionally elegant, rich fragrance wind drift in a small courtyard, people bleeding Heart, branches and flowers are my mother's favorite, from small to large, I can remember, branches and flowers per , the mother would pick several flower, with water kept in a cup, a glass of each room, so at home everywhere filled with the faint fragrance.
osmanthus trees next to the pool if not very good at, the impression that it is always so high, always only to my shoulders, sweet-scented osmanthus trees in September only to eight When will blossom, white flowers a grain of rice, wrapped with yellow flower pin, like a small star-like dotted among the green leaves, Gui mom said it was silver, silver Gui very fragile, because I'm too lazy, every times do not want to walk a few steps are always pouring water poured into the pool, but the station is far from a trouble throwing, dirty water splashed on the results of Guangxi on the silver, silver Gui give anger is not long, though her mother, then I always deflated deflated lips, but then every time I was very careful when pouring, and fear of
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