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Half a season in bloom

Half a season in bloom

By EmeraldPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Half a season in bloom
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Perhaps you have not forgotten, perhaps you are still willing to remember, the balsam fir strewn age, that youthful scurrying years!

  

  The years fly by, and the memories lurking in the depths of your heart are still intermittently crossing your eyes along with the fog and arrows floating outside the window casket.

  

  

  

  Perhaps you never noticed, or you didn't care.

  

  The actual fact is that you will not be able to notice the figure that you will be able to look back at, and you will not care about the eyes that are often clouded with mist.

  

  The speed of growth is too fast, so that the veins of time are all mixed into a group, and then thrown high into the sky vault of the far and wide. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

  

  The time is transformed into a chrysalis, and the memories are folded into a butterfly.

  

  The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

  

  The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

  

  

  

  The season when the camphor was growing wildly, the youthful years.

  

  The lonely and stubborn me, the shy and pleasant you.

  

  This cold and determined you, this sad

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    Written by Emerald