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Chapter 1204: Thinking with the body 3

On the balcony outside my bedroom, a few pots of flowers grew well, even in the severe winter, shrinking their necks and growing a little slower, but the vitality remains the same.

On the windowsill, the white tulips are leaving only a memory in that corner.

Sure enough, the rootless beautiful flower has not been tested by time recently.

Of course, if you plant the flowers outside on the ground, you may save watering them.

This is the simplest balance.[

I probably pulled the green plants from the ground and transplanted them to the greenhouse. Soon, no one will water me.

In order to live, or to grow up more vibrant and vigorously, should I also find my own soil?

Or, at least, I should be like a little tiger who is about to be released to the nature reserve and start to adapt to the wild environment so that I can survive smoothly.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with that.

Will children in the countryside die if they spend two years in the city and return to the countryside?

Or will the giant pandas living in the United States leave their hometown forever?

I don't think it's that serious.

The tree moves dead and the people move live, and I moves healthier, hum.

If you don't believe it, just walk and see.

Put down the kettle, I took a half-wet towel and gave Mengzhijing a bath.

I always wipe it with a comfortable feeling at home and dreams.

Although I was not comfortable and careful, I was still spotless. Anyway, I didn't see any dust.

However, still carefully wipe it so that it can be done.

Let's write poems in your eyes

Sometimes wild sometimes mysterious

Go as you feel

Although the steps are messy, I am happy

Be careful when loving someone

It seems like holding a crystal in your hand[

oh, love someone has a colorful mood

The beginning of a dream, the pursuit of loss

The brown and gold color, the luster of pursuit; the blue and purple ash, the lost color, is I pursuing or being lost?

My fingers stayed between passion and melancholy, and I couldn't find the answer.

Whose footsteps are messed up? Whose heart is willing to accept it? Holding the crystal in my hand, how careful do I need to not break it?

Where is him?

Does he care?

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