That morning, because they have a morning shift, slightly open the door, there is a white smoke with the wind coming into the room with the door. Accompanied my walk, it also Yichanyichan of white smoke, like a white silk floated here and there, one would then scattered not any.welblog-lily blogspot blog
Memories of childhood, in the hope that the bigger the better in Wonderland-like morning mist, it can be in school, do some naughty games, the fog as a safe barrier to protect us. We enjoy laughing in the fog, enjoy opera clamor ... ... just like paradise, like the Fairchild.
Walking on the road, head fog floated, the dough, wet, and even the air we breathe is wet. Eyes are wet, to see just "front" should be a. The street is wet leaves, and occasionally slide down to a drop of water dripping.
Looked into the distance, the mist of the mountains, trees are very beautiful. The familiar village, only a faint outline in the fog, with imagination, but also vaguely remember. The distance of the Red River, and filled with clouds of white smoke, as in Wonderland Xianqi, curl from the surface of the water released into the atmosphere, and if the fairy tale in the same galaxy. Looked at the plant area, can only vaguely see the illumination light, but do not see the towering machinery and equipment, even the towering chimneys also turn a blind eye.shuaiszw blogspot blog
This foggy beauty, beautiful. Sometimes as we love the feeling when, like every other layer of yarn, there is always a desire to expose people could not bear to feel. In fact, life is sometimes the case, I am your opposite, you're next to me, and we have not met each other, never meet.
So, foggy beauty, narcissism you enjoy it. But, that was also too thick fog too, and finally, no one to see.
Memories of childhood, in the hope that the bigger the better in Wonderland-like morning mist, it can be in school, do some naughty games, the fog as a safe barrier to protect us. We enjoy laughing in the fog, enjoy opera clamor ... ... just like paradise, like the Fairchild.
Walking on the road, head fog floated, the dough, wet, and even the air we breathe is wet. Eyes are wet, to see just "front" should be a. The street is wet leaves, and occasionally slide down to a drop of water dripping.
Looked into the distance, the mist of the mountains, trees are very beautiful. The familiar village, only a faint outline in the fog, with imagination, but also vaguely remember. The distance of the Red River, and filled with clouds of white smoke, as in Wonderland Xianqi, curl from the surface of the water released into the atmosphere, and if the fairy tale in the same galaxy. Looked at the plant area, can only vaguely see the illumination light, but do not see the towering machinery and equipment, even the towering chimneys also turn a blind eye.shuaiszw blogspot blog
This foggy beauty, beautiful. Sometimes as we love the feeling when, like every other layer of yarn, there is always a desire to expose people could not bear to feel. In fact, life is sometimes the case, I am your opposite, you're next to me, and we have not met each other, never meet.
So, foggy beauty, narcissism you enjoy it. But, that was also too thick fog too, and finally, no one to see.
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