Li bai, more than in the begining of humanity in the primeval forest rough stone chasing the survival tree of prey, friendship is quietly bud buds. "Baby, let the blare yi their companions sound", friendship, spring from the "book of songs" lesser veins and watered primitive forest old soul. Surging Yangtze river, Yellow River, rolling, "JieYi taoyuan three a pot of ZhuoJiu reunions," life and death for cooperation. Rhine.
Marx and Engels plant trees, arms to the sky, each leaf in full of lofty wrote with broad. As long as there are groups, friendship will no longer alone; Whether Tarzan's welcoming pine, or Kilimanjaro ROM snow; Whether heaven Yellow River, or energetic amazon river. Coach Kristin Op Art Large Tote Brown Bag Satchel
The increase, the tree rings through the spring, summer, germination of warm autumn winter savings, halcyon, not old, all generations long years. Even if volcanic eruptions, deep underground, tens of thousands of years after the anthracite, still become shinging glare blaze, produce endless heat, into another form of life, never die.
Friendship trees thrived, but don't like can be inclined branches extending, it clean crooked as the "pearls xiangshan lay a jade plate", not doped trifling murmurs. Friend is not han xin, people saying, soldiers get sufficient life a bosom friend. Lv buwei admire most the high quality tree forest friendship, and so the wonderful indeology left clipped then Capitol:
BoYa drum harp, ZhongZi period, party hear harp and aim at mount taishan, drum ZhongZi period yue: "good zai the drum harp, wei xi if mount tai!" Less water. Sometimes youtube ZhongZi period yue: "good zai drum harp, yangyang xi if water!" ZhongZi period, BoYa fell dead rejects string, lifelong ceased harp harp, thought the drum drum without sufficient complex for the harp. Coach Kristin Op Art Large Tote Grey Carryall
This is a tree ancient ginkgo tree, covered with precious fruit, even the leaves can also medicine, every is treasure. When autumn day golden elves walking in a heart-to-heart harvest, life is so thick a lot.
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