Chapter 150: 241 chapters, that girl, those fresh flowers

241 chapters, that girl, those fresh flowers....

241 chapters, that girl, those fresh flowers……

Liu Guozong

a once again approaching pure Brightness season, my homesick dreams have already begun on the hill, exuding a faint floral scent.

fine Rain drenched the occasional star clusters of last night, the dim moonlight, and the fond memories under the dim moonlight.

Someone began to lyricize the forgotten wildflowers on the hill. The low fern shrubs again exuded an intoxicating fragrance.

traveling Classic of Poetry ah, why do you break your soul? the most unbearable page in life, willows dark, flowers Brightness already. After walking several muddy mountain trails, all that you look forward to will be filled with sunshine, exuding floral fragrance. As long as you are full of confidence in life, firmly choose the path beneath your feet, move forward.

B The riverside dusk is indeed beautiful; the splashing waves on the river surface remain as enthusiastic and rushing as ever, the endless noisy surges still tirelessly lash the shore.

The crescent moon is like a maiden offering flowers, scattering those petal-like stars across the boundless sky. What will I dream of tonight? The ceaselessly flowing stream of my hometown? The fragrance hidden in the low shrubs? Or my gradually fading childhood?,

In the receding childhood, I also once wanted to follow the ancients' example of 'drunkenly lying on the battlefield', or 'to be a hero in life, a mighty ghost in death'. The stubborn and willful me, constantly striving day and night, wanting to obtain from this world my highest hope. In the Wind sound, Rain sound, my dream finally on the waves of life, drifting into a fleeting illusion.

c There is a Classic of Poetry person sang: Whether it's small grass or roses; whether it's honeydew melons or sunflowers. As long as you steadfastly hold your position, under the sunshine, you are also the finest, the most beautiful. Because the world needs small grass, also needs roses; needs honeydew melons, also needs sunflowers.

Lord ah, am I a rose? Or a sunflower?

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