Storm chaos Bamboo

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clear around. Toward me in the breeze, warm sun and in follow-me, white clouds, so one is usually cotton, so white a lot of good soft for a big group, escorted, to lean on the blue ocean, the day children, is so blue Oh, want a there will not be several years, and a bunch of children running to my head, oh! I love flying, and I intended to You, I'm thrilled, I can not help the ... ... all in the whistling wind, I flew out on. Looked up, watching, watching clouds do not follow me now, the wind catches my eye, the white cloud that good foam, good day, clear blue, the original dry dust in the wind, fans can not focus, and this can indeed be a breeze just lost a little, become a kick into gear only. That cloud, ah, wonder why, then the big corporations, ah, the long oval cloud of foam, cotton Genting how could slip, then the smart round, really want to climb a little, ah, it feels very comfortable certainly, but then the long-term , will climb for a long time, but that is more than happy, ah, certainly not a comfortable feeling tired. That it, you can imagine it, against the background of white clouds, the place of its blue Moreover [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], children have been this day, especially on the blue than in the past, is the Creator does not care to rain one day, pouring into this little piece of heaven, right, Otherwise, how could so new, so clean, so blue! Fog poured washing, incredible!

This diameter wide roads, but also with my intention to not head Oh. With the trails on the edge of a wall, a wall slide, Hsinchu, rustled the clamoring chaos ring, the small Green Party wants to add landscaping of bamboo, but bamboo is rebellious and will not flatter Mei Ying love, the strength of character clank, rather than wilt love custom [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the wind will not die Committee gesture. The slip wall, planted winter half Xizhu, when I first came swaying posture, clear green abundant [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not a few days to pale green, and green wilt wilt, little by little, but also into the spring, but had I do not know they are alive or dead, not a raw kind of bamboo, but not withered brown, Can Can with a touch of little bit of green. Chinese New Year, persistent or not they give up, or not miss them. They then half again to make up the bamboo walls. But they still did not look Look, last year bamboo, they are stubborn and believe, strong Bamboo a good president, bamboo Well, give it some land to long, why do you tube, water? Water do not have it in a stone can be a long, here it to give me long, though a few centimeters in front of the lawn is water. New bamboo, the same treatment, you are the bamboo it! Quick, give me the green get up, spring is coming, the gave me long. Bamboo it, they are intelligent, maybe they heard what they say. Insult! Spring is not their, ah, they struggle with the snow, never down a half points; frost days, never lost a bit of green; cold AC folder, they coerced the injured brown, never giving up companions. But this time, they are scared, and they only adhere to, to give up ... ...

So, this is a clear call holy wind, in the Qing Tian Bi white clouds, they are mighty sigh, the sound deafening rustled their earnings to go clear, and did not take a white, not hidden in a little breeze. Blink eyes turn suddenly, the days are still blue, the clouds did not change Yan, the wind is also blowing. Only a corner of a slide, into the branches of a tree Ah, like a smile mutations, the tender thin body, but also reduced to a bamboo pole, and perhaps also by their rafts handy, hanging, what kind of thing! That is just not bright blue, cloud white pale, the breeze blowing boring, and I lost the run of the heart.