First, the bright crystal spring rain, like a group of innocent rosy dolls, in the layer has been hanging to the ground, the mountains in the distance, near the pink peach blossoms, green poplar trees, soft willow branches, are covered in this boundless net, this net is the spring girl's hands into a gauze, covered in the sky and the earth, technology in the mountains.
Second, the flowers are enchanting, these lovely elves, each means, even get the posture, climbing on the branches. They or positive, or side, or tilt, or bend, such as pink lotus, such as rouge. Most of the flowers are fully open, but also half open, and occasionally come across a few branches of the lazy up, but also buds to be released.
Third, the summer flowers are very bright, colorful, colorful, roses, lilies, marjoram and so on, especially the marjoram, there is deeper than the pen water blue, very nice, the crops are growing, corn and tall, wheat has grown tall, see the picture, simply too beautiful!
Fourth, childhood is a painting, colorful, rotten innocence.
Fifth, the peach blossom such as a pink fog covering the entire mountainside, that look clearly like a great mountain flowing skirt.
Sixth, the beautiful nature, is a landscape; naive and romantic child, is a landscape; help people happy, is a landscape; hard work, a landscape; burying hard learning, is a landscape; parents meticulous care, is also a landscape. A landscape are intoxicated us, for our life to add light and color.
Seven, bright crystal spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, high in the sky clouds, playful and down, babbling, jumping into the mother earth's embrace.
Eight, attachment is a rosy, a deep, a pure beauty, a simple, attachment is a cup of tea, wafting the elegant fragrance, but the bitter taste, bitter mellow, have some flavor.
Nine, flowers, romance, love, work can not be scattered.
X. I, once a naive and romantic girl, the character is so withdrawn, perhaps like to be quiet, quietly bear some things, do not want to share with others.
XI. In spring, hundreds of flowers compete for color, and flowers bloom, and all the purple and red are red and rosy. In April every year, peonies, with their rich flower capacity and gorgeous colors, compete with each other in the bushes. Peony has a beautiful posture; peony, with its jade smile and pearl fragrance, is the best of all flowers. Chinese people have always regarded peony as a symbol of wealth, good fortune, prosperity and happiness.
XII. Outside the window, in the springtime pavilion, the wisteria blossoms bloom in an empty and romantic way. From a distance, like a bunch of ripe grapes, and like a piece of purple micro clouds.
13, out of the door, I can not help but inhale a breath of air after the rain, the air is so fresh. I only saw the last week bloomed luxuriantly echinacea flowers by the cold wind scared down, the neighborhood of the wild rose thorns are not as strong as before, a press thorns, it fell, pink petals also have fallen down.
Fourteen, spring March, spring is bright, peach blossom "scrambling to open without waiting for the leaves" blooming in the branches. It is fragrant, rosy, charming and bright, such as a piece of red, and the green trees of the willow, forming a red willow willow willow dark flowers in the spring scenery.
XV, when the breeze gently lifted up a trace of willow flakes; when the sun put its golden light quietly draped over a handsome cherry tree; when the beautiful petals in the air leisurely up to a few rolls, and then gently fall to the ground, we are happily enjoying the rosy campus life.
sixteen, begonias bloom bright and colorful, each of the begonias is a spray of flowers of the fountain, they give the romantic spring added infinite interest.
Seventeen, childhood is a fan, chaos, childish curiosity; childhood is a painting, colorful, rosy innocence; childhood is a poem, passionate, optimistic and confident.
xviii, lazy sunlight from the window penetrated, the air is filled with the breath of spring grass, pedestrians on the road issued a gentle footsteps, the morning came, chirping birds, rosy spring flowers, revealing the spring of the spirit of the spring, the joy of spring.
nineteen, in May, in this spring season, is a thunderstorm after the rain came, south of the geese trekking home days; is the apricot blossom bloomed all over the mountains, "she laughed in the bushes" of the rosy season; is the winter wheat spike farmers sweating and hoeing, hard work of the good light.
XX, childhood is a mystery, chaotic, young and curious; teenagers are teenagers is a painting, colorful, romantic and innocent; youth is a poem, romantic and dashing, passionate and cheerful.
Twenty-one, rice grows in the field posture is very nice. Thin and long graceful curls, looks both smooth and smooth, showing a naive and romantic demeanor. They are in a standing position to complete a lifetime of walking, only when the wind whisks to bow, and then straighten their backs.
Twenty-two, the beautiful azalea blooming red hot, open brilliant, full of mountains and valleys, red, pink, one after another, such as the waves of the sea tossing, spread spread spread spread, rotten rosy blooming, a thousand branches of ten thousand in the pandering, dense clumps in the dance in the wind splashy swaying, strong and strong flaunted ......
Twenty-three, spring rain, dyed red peach blossom, bleached white willow, depicting the green mountain peaks, painted green rice paddies. I did not expect, spring, will be so full, such a rosy, it seems to be a winter hidden emotions, are released to the fullest.
Twenty-four, her youthful vigor, eyes and face of the naive demeanor so that he could not help. Even the dress she wore in his eyes is particularly good, the simple and naive demeanor is heartwarming. In spite of her naivety, at the same time he felt that she was very smart, very educated, and her age does not match.
Twenty-five, the first time I saw the rapeseed flowers, really can not believe their own eyes, this dazzling dazzling yellow sea can be magnificent. I imagined that if the window of the train as a picture frame, the train instantly passed, a wonderful painting is fixed in the window, how beautiful natural oil paintings.
Twenty-six, youth is a string of silver bells like laughter, echoing over the campus, that is our rosy and innocent wish.
Twenty-seven, the wind, softly blowing; branches, leisurely flash; bright sun, sunshine in the body, warm in the heart, rotten spring flowers. Chirping birds, revealing the spirit of spring, spring music, spring joy. Ah, the charming spring, pregnant with a more beautiful spring!
Twenty-eight, autumn has come unconsciously, the wind mother-in-law sent the golden laurel and silver chrysanthemum, full of color, mountain flowers. At this time you walk into the bamboo forest, occasionally floating down a few pieces of bamboo leaves dancing in the air, really beautiful.
Twenty-nine, a few days after the dandelion petals unfolded, the nearly rectangular petals one by one stretching out, as a round gold plate facing the sun, spring, will be so full, such a rosy, it is a winter of the spirit of hidden, strength, are released to the fullest!
Thirty, childhood is a fan, chaos, childish curiosity; childhood is a painting, colorful, rosy innocence; youth is a poem, passionate, optimistic and confident.
31, full of peach blossoms competing for stamens, fighting for color, far from being able to smell the aroma of peach blossoms. As far as the eye can see, the mountains, mountain flowers, flowers, red as fire, pink as Xia, really beautiful.
Thirty-two, see the good wood lush, strange flowers, a band of clear water, from the depths of flowers and trees in the stone gap below. A few steps further, gradually to the north, flat and wide, on both sides of the flying buildings in the air, carved roofs and embroidered thresholds, are hidden in the mountain pass between the limits of the trees.
Thirty-three, really thank you, this journey with you, have said to you said love, I still will not change, today, still love you. Just, love you, but can not be with you. Just like the love of the wilderness, love it, but can not bring it back.
Thirty-four, childhood, for each person is vague, but often try to find that part of the memory in the brain. Because childhood is naive and romantic past, is childish and simple mind, is the first turning point of life, just based on these points, childhood is worth pursuing.
Thirty-five, in this a flurry of willow, cherry blossom season into a million pieces of drift. Qingming Festival is coming, in this day of love, we should know how to love more than before, more understand how to love!
Thirty-six, Qingming Festival love have, think you want to break the soul today; ask how much love, this love is deeper than the sea. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm not doing!
37, everyone's childhood is colorful, everyone has a different childhood. Childhood, carefree; childhood, innocent; childhood, such as a piece of jade; white and flawless.
Thirty-eight, she was then a naive and rosy girl.
Thirty-nine, there is a kind of spring, is unable to wait. This is the spring of life. The spring of life often has nothing to do with age, but only a kind of awakening. Such an awakening, such as the wild roses on the fence in the remote countryside, the flowers bloom luxuriantly, but the imagery is only bright, simple, thick and serene.
Forty, I love the flowers of the spring, but also love the fruitful autumn.
Forty-one, the rolls of miscellaneous paper paintings, the rosy season of the flower season, no lonesome, teardrops quietly slipped, rice paper gradual staining, phantom to do a black rose, gaunt and easy to pass away. Those years, whether the youth of the lightly sketched has long been shattered? Life is like a dream, looking back, has long been the leaves fall flowers withered, empty buildings.
Forty-two, clothed in the eyes of the people of the mountain villages, like a ray of sunshine, a cavity of love and sincerity of the flame in the heart of the heart burns like a mountain flower.
Forty-three, the flowers look half-open, wine drink a little drunk, this is a lot of fun. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Forty-four, the most romantic is "childhood", the most tender is "child voice", the most beautiful is "nursery rhyme", the most happy is "childish". "The most unforgettable is the "child companion", the most rare is the "child's heart", June 1 Children's Day is here, may you childish play back, wish lively and cheerful, positive!
Forty-five, childhood, the innocence and childishness of the child's heart. Childhood, always full of funny fantasies, funny stories. Childhood, is such a charming, such a carefree. Golden childhood, leaving what a wonderful memory, leaving a picture of innocence and rosy.
Forty-six, again in the fall, my sister pushed me to the North Sea to see the chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are elegant, the purple flowers are warm and deep, and the autumn wind is blooming in the rotten.
Forty-seven, childhood is a mystery, chaos, childish curiosity; teenager is a painting, colorful, rosy innocence; youth is a poem, romantic, passionate and cheerful.
Forty-eight, the child naive, rosy, personality integrity, which is the real 'man'.
Forty-nine, spring flowers, infinite scenery: pink like the sun, red like fire, white as snow.
fiftieth, regardless of time away from ten years or twenty years, whether you have been wearing a little red flower or full of mud ... dear overage children, I wish you a happy June 1,! May you always harbor an innocent and rosy childish heart and live happily!
Fifty-one, June 1 is the opera, interpretation of the joy of our childhood; June 1 is the board, painted our naivety; June 1 is the best memories of our hearts.
Fifty-two: I want to lift you up gently to see you giggle; I want to hold you tightly in my arms to see you roar in your little face; I want to hide and seek with you to see you run all over the place; I want to tell you a story to see you smile.
Fifty-three, looking back, I will find that this is my childhood; waves on the sea, a small boat in the exercise, the boat is loaded with no Judas no worries, childish and simple, and loaded with more is still that both naivety and rosy and immaculate heart of a child.
Fifty-four, innocent children make me forever young.
55, the kindergarten children singing and dancing, how naive and romantic ah.
Fifty-six, I think I was so naive at that time!
Fifty-seven, sister is a naive and romantic girl.
Fifty-eight, your charm lies in your naive attitude towards life.
Fifty-nine, from a naive child, to a shy girl, she has now grown into a woman of outstanding appearance.
Sixty, his temperament is so naive and romantic, solid and generous.
Sixty-one, you are my unforgettable tonal grid point, in the late fall season I am distracted listening to the fallen flowers can have a petal of your heart fragrance of the rosy, hold you in the palm of your hand, taste your slender figure of infinite tenderness.
Sixty-two, the flowers compete in full bloom, exuding elegant fragrance, like a group of innocent children in the play.
Sixty-three, my inspirer, like a real devil, taught me to deceive this innocent child.
Sixty-four, you have or do not have, the child's heart is there, innocent and romantic. You want or don't want, the child interest is there, joyful. You have or do not, Children's Day is there, waiting for you to remember, remembering the child and happy!
Sixty-five, to the American countryside as the design style design, so that the living space becomes naive, rosy .
Sixty-six, if she is a naive and romantic little girl, Pollock is a stupid young man.
sixty-seven, Xiao Ming woke up, the unpleasantness of yesterday through? To the clouds, and reappeared naive and romantic smile.
Sixty-eight, the night is filled with the sky, because the starlight and rosy; flowers have no intention of emitting fragrance, only because the wind call; greetings only words, but a string of thoughts, I wish you a good night, friends!
Sixty-nine, she is three years old, is a naive child.
Seventy, her kind of mischievous behavior, everywhere reveals the character of naivety.
seventy-one, rosy spring flowers bloom your smile, hot summer hot your trail, sheepish autumn rain accompanied by your advice, snow drifting down your firm, 1.20, I love you!
seventy-two, that serious, has repented of the father, saw his child's innocence, as if to feel that he returned to the early years of life.
seventy-three, the note of health, with the wind and flowers, drifting into your heart, the melody of peace, such as flowers, shining in your eyes, I wish you a speedy recovery, back to the happy life.
seventy-four, his emotions still retains an appreciation of the charm of naive youth, and now this emotion is rekindled.
Seventy-five: Even in the midst of treacherous circumstances, he retains his innocence.
seventy-six, love a person, it is from the TA into the line of sight, your world from now on rosy; from the TA into the dream, you will not lose sleep; the heart is only loaded with a TA, loaded with full!
seventy-seven, listen to the forest springs, quietly look at the mountain flowers, breathe pure air, feel the cool evening breeze, send advocacy text messages, hand in hand *** create civilization, the World Earth Day, protect the Earth, from you and me to start.
Seventy-eight, see those innocent children playing in the lake, I can not help but think of their own childhood some of the past.
seventy-nine, looking at her innocent smile, as if the elegant gardenia bloom.
Eighty, just a short video, my friend's daughter is going to lose the child's innocence.
eighty-one, the wind and clouds of the day, is missing your rosy spring; Hundreds of flowers blossom moment, is to accompany your warm summer; Fruitful wilderness, is to trust your harvest autumn scenery; Snowflakes drift pure, is to love your faithful winter. The cycle of four seasons, a lifetime of commitment, love you is the greatest happiness.
Eighty-two, a naive and romantic little girl, carefree growth, her favorite is in the mountains and forests running free!
Eighty-three, the childhood of the rosy memory is still fresh, the joy of the child is incomparably innocent, the purity of the child's heart is carefree, the child's partner's attachment to the heart forever, June 1 Children's Day, I wish you a happy forever, the child's truth is always there, happy and pleasant.
Eighty-four, spring a variety of flowers can be really beautiful, like a naive little girl!
Eighty-five, whether sixty or sixteen, everyone is attracted by surprise, have a preference for endless questions about how the next naive childishness, there is the joy of the game of life.
Eighty-six, spring winter snow melting flowers bloom, even the wildflowers in the corner of the wall are bloomed in a romantic and incomparable.
87, Bermilla really naive and romantic! She always looks sweet and pure in front of the adults.
Eighty-eight, pinch a chubby face, play an innocent ghost face, say a pure and romantic words of the children: have a child's heart, happy with. The first day of June, I wish you live more and more young.
Eighty-nine, traveling through Shangqiu, peach blossom burning, rosy both sides of the river, there are female pulp clothes stream side, I think of you again.
ninety, the spring stepped gently pace came, the mountains and rivers and the earth are wearing new clothes, like a naive and romantic fairy!
ninety-one, the calyx phase Hui colorful neon dress, infatuation with the dream of lily incense, the golden house only to wait for the jade phoenix companion, embroidery still need to manna loaded, melancholy oath of thought, in exchange for the spring breeze of the love of death. I want you to look forward to the spring flowers of you, is that I can not help but hang on.
Ninety-two, they are na?ve and romantic singing a set of dirty songs.
ninety-three, Petya and the officers sat together at the table tearing and eating the fragrant fat lamb, hands full of oil. Petya was naive, he loved everyone, and therefore he believed that others loved him the same way.
Ninety-four, all day long to see the sky does not raise his head, peach blossom rosy began to raise his eyes. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'll be able to do it.
Ninety-five, his personality naive, like a child.
Ninety-six, want to gently lift you up, see you giggle; want to put you tightly embrace, see your little face roar; want to hide and seek with you, see you run all over the place; want to tell you a story, see you rosy smile. Dear Xiaobao, Happy Children's Day.
ninety-seven, to see his innocent, romantic smile, who can say she is not a happy child?
Ninety-eight, June 1 Children's Day, sincerely hope that the time backward, so that you can return to your childhood, back to your dreams, back to your whimsical, to continue your naive and romantic childhood, I wish you a child's heart is not dead, and happy to continue!
ninety-nine, winter wings are too long, doomed to the shortness of this spring. When we indulge in excursions, trekking, enjoy the flowers, do not live up to this romantic spring. Appreciate the spring when the spring, Shaohua easy to rush. Partners, I wish the beautiful mood like spring warm, long!
One hundred, hazy is the poem of youth, inspiration is the painting of ink, the rosy is the flower of spring, the attachment is the rain on the eaves, and the most real blessing in front of us: I wish to be happy in the quiet bloom of your heart, and happiness for you to be full of baskets.
One hundred and one, let your old age live like childhood, let your childhood live like old age, let your childhood live like calm and steady, which means: do not mix arrogance in your wisdom, and do not make your humility lack of wisdom.
One hundred and two, with the flow of information at our fingertips, we have lost the quality of innocence in carrying this information.
103, cloaked in a cloud of neon clothes, step all the way to the romantic Symposium, roll a curtain of high water, listen to a song of the valley, smell a season of rich fragrance, carry a pocket full of dreams, smile a face like a flower bloom. I wish you a happy trip on May Day!
One hundred and four, the children's ideas are varied, but they are naive, full of fun.
One hundred and five, all day with those innocent children, his heart is also much younger.
106, the season is getting warmer and warmer, the sun is getting brighter and brighter, the mountain flowers are getting more and more romantic, the stream is getting more and more shallow, the wind is getting more and more lingering, the heart is getting more and more thoughtful. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
One hundred and seven, to the mountain flowers, she in the bush smile. Mao Zedong
108: "I thought we were an old family, but I didn't realize that this family is all new!" she said innocently. She said innocently.
One hundred and ninety-nine, spread out, rotten blooming, thousands of branches of ten thousand in the pandering, dense clusters in the dance, in the wind splash spicy swaying, thick and strong flaunting.
One hundred and ten, that there will be no innocence, no poetic childishness.
One hundred and eleven, A Heng, traveling through the Qushang, peach blossom burning, rosy both sides of the river, there is a woman pulp clothes by the stream, I think of you again.
One hundred and fifteen, the sun shines brightly, the mountains are full of flowers, we are light on our feet, smiling and embracing the spring.
One hundred and sixteen, Dad, if you're not going to a Hawaiian hula party, please change the tie on your neck that is now full of spring flowers, okay?
One hundred and seventeen, no matter the time away from ten years or twenty years, no matter you have been wearing a little red flower or full of mud... Dear overage children, I wish you a happy June 1 in advance! May you always harbor an innocent and rosy childish heart and live happily!
One hundred and eighty-eight, the little girl naive and romantic, the chest is not fathomless, you can do a heartfelt friend.
One hundred and nineteen, the warmth of the autumn, the coolness of the autumn, the autumn of the rosy, the autumn of the mood at this moment in the evening wind in the full dance of its beauty. Efforts to wrap the heart with the warmth of the late autumn a trace of coolness gentle drill in, the body can not help but hit a cold war, feel some cool, from the heart to the body.
One hundred and twenty, if she is that na?ve and rosy little girl, Pollock is that bumbling young man.
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