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Time, like a breeze, passed by your fingertips, silent. Nianhua was abandoned in the stop, and suddenly looked back, most of his youth passed away. That summer night is still unforgettable. The night was low, and the distant horizon was already dark. There were lights on the ground and stars flickered in the night sky. A faint moonlight shrouded the earth, the forest was covered with a silver coat, and the field was covered with silver tulle. Summer nights in the countryside are quiet and noisy. Strolling along the field path, the sweltering southerly wind blows the ears, and the atmosphere is filled with depression. The ebb and flow of frogs is endless and boring; the cicadas clinking one after another, bland and unremarkable. An unsuccessful concert just made people more tired Cigarettes For Sale. Especially annoying is the humming noise of mosquitoes, which only brings irritability and itching. Moving on Newport Cigarettes Coupons, there were a few scattered families. An old locust tree stood in front of the door, shining through the moonlight, faintly seeing this ruined scene. This is an old tree of unknown age, and the vines climbing on the creeping branches are also withering. The original large and rough trunk has been battered and the heart of the tree is hollow and rotten, but the crown is still luxuriant. Strings of beige flowers embellish it, old and young, and under the awesome locust tree are several old people with the same old age. Sitting on the bench, shaking the fan, talking and laughing. Broken silver hair, wrinkles like ripples, put on a coat, wear a pair of cloth shoes, weathered. The devastation of years has not brought them down. They are still grinning, like little dolls, talking about the harvest of farming, the careers of young people, and the interesting things in life. They are not afraid of death, because they know that this life is worth it. There is no waste, no waste, and it has brought more beauty and hope on its own. Compared with the heavy life of these old people, I am as small as an ant, but I am more stingy than them. The road is still very long. Only when we are down to earth, can we go down and slowly accumulate before sublimation. It's better to go back to the end and remember a little moment Marlboro Gold. Unconsciously, it feels like walking far away. The ears are still the sound of frogs and cicadas.
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