The crape myrtle retreating rapidly on both sides of the road, a tree of red and flaming flowers, blazing and golden, waving in the sky like a high flag. The wind blew gently, and countless crape myrtle petals fell one after another, some dancing like butterflies.
Some spread their wings like orioles, while others spin as lightly as dancers, flying in the green canopy of the forest...
Like agile monkeys, we ran quickly on the avenue covered with crape myrtle petals. We were panting and thirsty. When we reached the three-way intersection, we headed towards the thorny path on the right. Half an hour later,
Finally got rid of the bandits who were like brown sugar.
The four of us collapsed on a piece of green grass in a big shape, breathing heavily.
The breeze brings the fragrance of green grass, gently blowing on the cheeks and hair, and clusters of umbrella-shaped white dandelion flower bulbs scatter with the wind, jumping gently on the forehead, between the eyebrows, and the bridge of the nose...
I took a deep breath of fresh air, and I really felt like I was ecstatic.[
This beautiful scenery only lasted for less than ten seconds before it was smashed into pieces by Sima Qing's two fists as big as steamed buns: "Tell me! What did you steal from the bandit's den?"
I hugged my head and covered the big head that had been knocked out. Weiwei shrank behind Sima Yang, revealing half of his head and a pair of dripping eyes, observing everything outside.