I want an apple

I want an Apple, the idea of jointing from the bone, blooming, and producing full tassels, spreading and accumulating on the threshing ground of my body. However, there was a lemon sitting in front of me. The golden color was dazzling and noisy. The concave-convex surface is like eyes one by one, and the Restless darkness gives layers of autumn waves. I don’t like it. Such a warm and rich look is better than the apple in my heart. It is bright and delicate, with mixed red and green, and tranquil and peaceful. Look out of the window, light cloud, ten sun. The tired Willow, curled up its leaves, fell into the dust, and could not escape from the hot sun’s fumigation. I flew over a swallow, whose tail was too heavy to wear the grass. The fire broke out in July, which really deserves its reputation. With summer tiredness, I was far away from the fervor outside the window, hiding in the corner, angry at Lemon and complaining. Although this kind of emotion does nothing to the inner desire, it is also a relief to the desire. I want an Apple, which is not demanding, but only a lemon. Is it because I can’t get what I want, or because I can’t get what I want? I have always liked Jiangnan. Only these two words have infinite charm and charm. Not to mention those gentle and compact beautiful words describing Jiangnan in detail. The most hope is to stand under the old roof, listen to the raindrops and play the sweet music. Or, on the sunny and warm dusk, the setting sun strolls, and the green of the eye layer, counting the dribs and drabs of the years. Even if we encounter a Moss, look at its slippery and soft short hair, and touch its soft surface, it will be fine. And every time, the long winter in the north took cold ropes and tied my thoughts back. Throw it in the silent barren mountain and lonely empty, and ignore it. I suddenly remembered the Creeper I saw the day before yesterday. Heart-shaped dark green leaves fell on a wall layer by layer. The purple flowers were filled with the newborn rain and the rising sun, which made the leaves blush with shame. If my window is full of green and soft creeper. It is best that there is an arched fence door, which is diagonally separated or lined up with creeper. I came and went from the door, just like the fish shuttling under the lotus leaves, swimming the days into romantic ripples. Or, looking up, the feeler of Creeper stitched up some frustration and sadness quickly.! Thinking about it, I sent a text message to my friend: I want a villa with creeper planted in front of the door. Youli immediately replied: Well, if only I could go back to 18 years old! With this alone, I couldn’t defeat the army and was speechless. People always want to have a lot and lose a lot. Those Cui Dai, Rouge, peach blossom. I have gone, and I will never come back. When I was a child, in the smoky season in early April, the grass was drizzling and holding out some new leaves. The well-known and unfamous people all stood on the fields crowded with neat green. I love a kind of grass most. The light fragrance seeps into the nostrils and erodes the bones. I searched and picked in pieces of grass. It smells lightly and is a kind of elegant fragrance that is not melodramatic or artificial when you breathe into the nature. Feel the blue sky, under the idle clouds, a kind of indifferent feeling. Then, hold it carefully in the palm of your hand, looking at the corn in the field all the way, putting on a light red beard, and having a relationship with the half green sorghum in the wind. There are also slender waterbirds standing near the water, enjoying themselves in the low water. Occasionally there was a bark, which broke the peace in the countryside. I was angry for a while and found the path to return home. There will always be children next door, staring at the grass in my hand with a pair of fine eyes, as if I were holding a peerless treasure. I have been looking for it all the time, but it turns out that the fragrance of grass given by fate is so fragrant and intoxicating. Wake up from the memory, the mood is ten miles of spring breeze, bright flowers. Although creeper cannot be planted on the balcony, the pot of hanging orchid has been carefully raised for five years. The luxuriant leaves are densely laid on the wall, and the drooping branches seem to come from ancient times. They pour out their fate with me as soon as they swing and move. I love hanging orchid. It won’t have flower buds with low branches, complicated flowers, or withered flowers and leaves. I don’t know. So, so light, long green, the best. When I turned around, I met lemon unexpectedly. It is like a woman, sitting virtuous and gentle. For the undeserved guilt imposed by me, I was calm as before, without any hatred. The sunshine shines in and superimposes with the bright yellow to form a new light, which is soft without losing tenacity and boiling in silence. I lightly picked up the lemon, some beautiful words about it, such as whitening, slimming, high vitamin content, etc. Circling around me, singing. It is to awaken my dislocated mood, only overlook the distant distance, but ignore the beauty of holding control in my hands. In this way, I felt grateful that fate gave me a lemon. Although Apple still appears in dreams, it is worth cherishing. So, I sliced the lemon, put it into a glass, put rock sugar and add cold water. In an instant, a glass of lemon water came out. The entrance is fresh, cool, moist and fragrant. If fate only gives you a lemon, then make a glass of lemon. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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