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02.11.2019 07:32
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others see. I am afraid that I will leave, I am afraid I can��t say goodbye. Now, looking back again, I seem to see you waving at me and saying "I don't make friends" Marlboro Red. Into, today, still the blue sky [the second] �� �� �� �� ,, the muddy road after the rain, and even the frogs in the pond... This is the representative character of the country, but now, perhaps it is already gone . When I came back this time and walked through a green paddy field, I realized that the former village of smoke and smoke was hard to find. When I was a child, my family lived in the town, and behind the house was an innocent field. But even if it is oily in the summer, it will not attract my attention when it is golden in the autumn harvest. Only when I returned to my grandmother's house and returned to my grandmother's house with only smoke and frogs, I only had a love for the field. Every time I go to the farm, I am happy to dance �C I can trample on the dried rapeseed Wholesale Cigarettes, and the black rapeseed will run out of the ��home�� to see the new world. Along with the bursting sound of "��������", all the black balls have come out and share the beauty of this world with us. Grandma thinks that the child's feet are the cleanest, so I don't care. Looking at our group of elves, it's just a matter of "be careful, pay attention to the feet not to be broken", but the face is hung with the most beautiful and kindest laugh in the world. . Out of curiosity, I also like to stand on the field, watching the harvesters walk through the rows, take the next row of straw, listen to the sound of "bang", leaving a burst of dust. I will often be caught, but I still don��t listen to the adults, just stand there and see the result? I always get tears out and my eyes are red. Why do you have to look at the red eyes? To be honest, I don't understand, but I know the most important thing. The harvester harvests not only food, but also a lot of smiles like the grandmother's grandfather's rich face. When the time passed, even the fields behind the township became a residential community. The neighbors went out to work one by one - even the land was gone, what else did it do? Therefore Carton Of Cigarettes, the lively streets in the past have been deserted a lot. I also left home and went to school in the city, and the family became more desolate. I went to my grandmother's house this summer, but I found that it has changed. I can't recall the childhood scene. Grandma's family is very big, there is a big yard, red tile and white wall. Now, the white wall is gradually yellowing, and the color of the red tile is also faint. The roof is covered with a layer of solar panels. Only three or two acres of farmland in front of the door, let me remember what the starting point. At this time, I |
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