The vicissitudes of cinnamon, often reminds me of, the mountains and the monastery, those who experienced the JieBo will not be regrets millennium old trees, their leaves have withered, they twig of residual, their dry empty, but their root is still a firm grasp on the earth, indomitable and pricked-up imaging whole life a monument. Inscriptions on although not text, but write full (wind mu rain difficulty, write full RongKu wuding AD cool-headed, write full KuMuFengChun always, write full life ageless firmness. Sometimes, I prefer to think she compared to a wise man, watch heaven and earth changes, MoDui arena hardship, feather hsien, carefreely. Shall not any words, just look on, .
First osmanthus flowers, is only child, listen to the story many times. Bright night, pillowed the grandmother arms, look at the full moon, explain the bushes legends. That is a celestial!, have spin charng-er, have the wine WuGang, lively, have osmanthus fragrance moon... Wine is osmanthus wine, the line is colorful silk, story is moon, and thus licensed derived from countless human ShiHua. The water techniques, AnHanGong perplex, GuiYing dance;, Clear autumn to enjoy the rain FengLiang, heaven, earth, ji duhu qingfen million. "Many talented against unscrupulous/charng-er way, three scent/kwame brown, red, yellow is for the runner-up gets lang white." ChanGong row, always since then, all parables broad ideal and ambition, heaven osmanthus admittedly difficult beg, human cinnamon is exquisite.
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