james mellon
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Good aunt
"Wow, it smells good!" I hurried to the osmanthus tree. I saw, there are a few osmanthus has greatly square spread their beautiful "skirt", a few shy hide in the leaves, there are a few carefully exposed "small head", very lovely. I think: now the living environment is good! Even the community has such beautiful osmanthus. Osmanthus golden, like a grain of small gold, the shape of a variety of shapes: some like a little girl, crooked body; Some lie like a sleeping child, surrounded by petals; Some reveal their golden flower cores. It's so different. It's so endearing. Osmanthus fragrance, thick, charming flowers can not help but let me pottery with it. Approaching smell, a fresh, elegant aroma is refreshing, let me refreshed. Surrounded by osmanthus, I seem to forget all troubles, life is beautiful! Is networking to identify and translate... Osmanthus in the sun's irradiation, issued a golden light type flashing, more weak, like the night stars flashing in the sun. Sunlight through the tree fork screen under the stars of light, as if it is the magic pen. A gust of wind Buddha, accompanied by the "sand, sand" sound, osmanthus lightly fell down, to the earth covered with a thin layer of golden carpet. I stood under the osmanthus tree, enjoying the fragrance of osmanthus, looking at the flowers of various positions, feel that osmanthus like water like the mother of love, in this season moist each of us, bring us pleasure. I think: we must protect the environment, let the community of osmanthus fragrance forever... .
By james mellon12 months ago in Families