Morning, the ground is wet

It's been a long time since the winter snow!
Last night the dark clouds of lead were beginning to have stars, but because they were too small and sparse, they fell on the ground, and disappeared without trace.

During my internship in yunnan, I wanted to sell pu 'er tea to my father. Father said, pu 'er tea also drink, not very good drink! It's not as good as our own bitter tea. Chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea. Tea is one of seven things that are indispensable to daily life.
Speaking of bitter tea, father's favorite. At some point, my father liked bitter tea. Before, when he was working in the mountain, his father would carry pockets. If the time is too early to finish the farm work, I will go to the mountain to pick bitter tea. There is not much tea on the mountain, not so easy to find. Bitter tea is often rare or unusually steep. But as long as you have a heart, you will not be afraid of obstacles, and you will always be able to climb.

How does the autumn wind and autumn wind the fan, a sad pain for whom?
An old teardrop in the autumn, facing the lonely leaves of the fallen leaves service apartments. A final tear fell into the dust and lost in the dust.

My love in the wilderness, waiting for you, heart, earnest to listen. In this way, I will introduce myself to you very well and let you know more about my mood. The beautiful song is sung for you, the beautiful poem read to you, I myself also if more beautiful, for you, the beautiful deduction. The words are the same, even though your ears are callous, I will tell you solemnly! With the beautiful melody, in the song meets the most beautiful you, the long-cherished wish is finally settled, the desire finally realizes, the yearning, also will never be with me.
Flowers are beautiful, they will fade after all, but they will meet you in this flowering time, even when they fade, the soul is dim and there is no regret. A warm family, enough to accommodate all our happiness and hope, and care for us, in this splendid season, slowly, slowly sprout, and gradually grow into each other's eyes the most lovely. I love you very much, such a heartfelt expression, feel already is a word of rubbish! I have always been by your side, kissing your fragrance, wen your tender, flowers in the moonlight, playing moonlight for you, for you to paint, that one meteor has reached our paradise.

Morning, the ground is wet, last night under the rain, the rain has stopped, but the wind still stick to the battlefield, blowing cool heart. The sky was grey and lined with this chilly winter, more lonely and bleak. Looking to the west, inadvertently saw something black wind swaying, oh, the original is a pomegranate pomegranate, finally.
The bare trees, the bark was blue with cold, cold wind blowing branches was shaking, the last one is black pomegranate in the swaying, still uncompromising dancing, like the cold winter, and the wind is on the strength...... Approached to observe the pomegranate, pomegranate has chapped, most turned black, vaguely see the little red, also with a few drops of rain wet. A gust of wind blowing, pomegranate branches trembling, the pomegranate also followed shake, still did not drop......