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22.04.2020 03:14
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Seen from a distance, it is like a pillar standing upright, letting wind and rain and the years beat. I am a pair of eyes growing next to it. At the time, I wasn't lucky. I thought that this pillar, this woody tale, and this endless passionate infusion were all taken for granted. I thought the leaves were taken for granted, the fragrance of the wood was taken for granted, and the crows of cuckoos and yellowbirds on the trees were taken for granted. At that time, in my childish mind, there was only one innate idea: everything about this wood and its wood naturally belongs to us. I learned to climb trees on trees. I showed the monkey's posture to the birds on the tree; I lay on the branch to watch the sky, between the sky and the tree, I was high above. I catch birds, and the little resistance in the tree hole hurts my hand, and its small body is full of weapons. I spent my entire life in the fear of war. The biggest success is simply to prevent excessive damage Newport Cigarettes Coupons. While crossing the branches, I encountered a woodpecker with a small head raised and smaller eyes round the strange sky. It was also crossing its fate among unexpected branches. I made the first spear on the tree, long and sharp, holding it hard. I stood in the hot sun and threw it at the wild boar behind me. At that time, I didn't think all of this was a miracle. I really didn't think that most of the big trees in my heart were irrigated from this old tree. In my superficial, simple, and obscure heart, I thought all this was taken for granted. I never thought that this old tree would be cut down. I never thought about it, it seems to be with me forever. How is its roughness bit by bit? With its wind and green, I walked with leaves. Wherever I go, I take it wherever I go. I am a part of it standing up and walking, and the juice is flowing in my memory. I still feel that it rightfully exists there, of course it belongs to me, it belongs to us, and forever. Back home years ago, I was stunned. I can no longer see the old tree. Lying in front of him is the body where it lay down, and the stones lying across the corner are silently telling the vicissitudes. I couldn't find the place where I climbed the tree Cheap Cigarettes. That made me feel the height of the tree. After reflecting on my childhood reflection, the place where the green vortex aroused my initial poetic imagination was covered by garbage Parliament Cigarettes. I think about it more, I want to find the source of my death, I cry, and tears resurrect the old tree in my dreams. At this time, it was painful to understand: there is no right between heaven and earth, and it will always belong to you. Take it for granted, take it for granted-this is the only thing that belongs to us. Of course we are just another animal crawling on the old tree. Many tree heads withered and died. Love, withered; the branches of our hearts are no longer rough and tall, and they are full of rubbish. |
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