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07.11.2019 08:23
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In memory, it was a swaying golden swaying on the empty grass outside the window of my grandmother a few years ago. In the sun, bathing in the breeze, swinging joyfully. Oh! That is a daisy. They are so happy! The breeze blew, they enjoyed the wind's caress; the butterflies flew, they teased each other from the beginning to the end of the fairy; when the rain fell, they were able to accept it; the sun burned, they showed the unique gold to the sun. They are living happily like this, whether it is disaster or disaster, it is a blessing or a curse. Oh! That is a daisy. They grew up on the earth and accepted the gift of nature and the baptism of nature. When it rained in the sky, I moved the chrysanthemums at home and put them with them. My chrysanthemum seems to be very disdainful to stay with the daisies. She raised her head proudly: "What qualifications do you have in comparison with me? You are just the food in the mouth of the cow, but I am worth dozens of pieces!" She did not Thinking of it, Daisy ignored her, but sang a song of their own. The rain is getting bigger, my chrysanthemum feels cold and can't help but fight the cold war, and all the daisies around her are still doing their own thing, without paying attention to the cold of the rain. The rain was cold and cold, my chrysanthemums lowered my proud head early and shrank the body. The daisies sang aloud and raised their heads more broadly, paying attention to the sky and smiling. Oh! That is a daisy. Those daisies, smiling day by day, open happily every day. The weather is a bit cold, and they don't mean to rest at all. Grandma said that they have been open for a long time Newport 100S, and my grandmother's family can't come often. I have been lucky enough to go there only a few years. Every time I came, I didn��t see them sullen, and I have never seen them sleepy. During the year, I don��t know how many days it is, they watched the sun rise and fall. Oh! That is a daisy. Once, I saw some urchins easily trample on those daisies. I just wanted to blame them, but I saw that the daisy that had just been stepped on stood up again. It was even taller than the flowers that were safe and sound, and I wanted to be a girl who liked to dress up with flowers. When the flowers are returned, then a large bouquet of flowers, no daisy alone. Asked the reason, the girl smiled and said: "This flower is boring, it is very good to remember." I was amazed: Why is this beautiful and unique flower no one remembers? However, I immediately understood that the daisy who used the smiling face to meet the work every morning was a daisy. It was also the daisy that looked back at the tired backs. For a long time Newport Cigarettes, who would remember these flowers that have been mourning them? I can��t help but think: no one remembers Wholesale Cigarettes. They, no one smiled at them, why should they open for so long? Looking at the daisy that is playing with the wind, I know their noble place: they are blooming every day, happy to bloom just to give themselves, give nature a confession, never look at people's faces. Or praise, or you must live well. Whether or not someone ignores their existence, they must live really. They are never open to the smiles of others, just to enrich the value of their lives, even if no one is applauding! They are so silently open for a long time, just because they are daisy. The grass in front of the grandmother��s house has already been razed to the ground, but there is already an empty grass in my heart. On the grass, it is the dense golden swaying. In the sun, they bathe in the breeze and swing joyfully |
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