A few pink double petals are beautiful and bright, with a bright springy look on their faces.
I went back to the house and changed into a green dress. The green long skirt outlined the threads more slender and smoothly.
Standing at the door, imagining that the pot of camellia was looking at me with eyes open.
Lowering his head, hesitating for a moment, I continued to go out and play with my own.[
He, like this camellia, will be removed after this season and will be taken care of by himself.
If we want it next year, we will choose another pot of flowers to deliver.
Is he my flower? Or am I his flower?
Haha, does it matter? No matter who is for flowers and trees, we only have so many fates.
As for the fate of a quarter.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I didn’t dare to call him.
I don’t know where he is, Fang is inconvenient? After calling, what to say? I don’t know what to say.
Give him a New Year's greeting? It's too hypocritical and polite, and he can hear it as soon as he hears it.
Greetings to him? Forget it.
Why don’t I come to celebrate the New Year? Am I talking nonsense? He told me what I can say long ago, but I can’t say that I’m still asking, I’m not so stupid yet.
I don't have this right, either.
Ha, I don’t know if there is any legal provision that the guardian must bring the ward to celebrate the New Year and the Festival together?
Funny, not funny at all.
So what if it is, so what if it is not? I'm too lazy to check it, so I'm bored.
Bored, I will find something to talk about.
I opened several English websites, such as uoa-news, bec, etc., and a few novels, which I read while listening.
It is both entertainment and learning, and it is probably invincible.
Brian insisted on encouraging me to read all Nobel Prize novels in English.
I was crazy, and I was in pain when I watched "gone-with-the-wind". I still finished watching it, but it was almost the same to kill me.[
Let’s watch “plete-poems-of-percy-bysshe-shelley” again. It’s hard to say.
Look at this: there is still a thou, and then look at Shakespeare's collection of poems. It is absolutely painful and happy, with constant climax, and I don't understand it.