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Move yourself, a million blooming chrysanthemums

I know that you are my favorite, just like the wrinkles on the cheeks of an old wife. I don’t want to embellish the colors of spring, nor do I want to compete with the flowers in the hot summer, but I am just silently accumulating energy, just for the arrival of the severe winter.

The previous bloom.

There is no need for favor, no one puts on your wedding dress, but in that casual moment, the passing guests cast a quick glance at you, which also makes you excited. You are swaying in the wind, wearing a thin outfit, and a wisp of fragrance,

Take away the purple memories, draped in the rays of the rosy clouds, shake off the frost of the cold night, open your eyes and welcome a brand new day.

One million is a brand new starting point. The autumn wind is bleak, and the hillside is covered with thick leaves. I retracted my outstretched hand and dared not slander your beauty. Your mentality is so peaceful, and I chose poverty.

, there is no deception or jealousy of sensationalism, just silently watching, watching the blue sky and white clouds, sharing the ray of sunshine of oneself, and then smiling and repaying the gifts of nature.

In fact, every living life has its own trajectory, and every renewed concept will make you excited. You have also had unforgettable moments, with the autumn wind accompanied you, and you carefully dress yourself up in front of the camera of nature.

, filter out the dust of time, you chose purple in the palette of life, which is the combination of mother's breast milk and father's passionate blood, the souls of the fallen soldiers reappear through your roots, and your fragrance reminds me of my father

Sweat beads on the shoulder blades and tears in my mother's job.

The Yellow River under your feet looks solemn, and he keeps telling you that the Mother River has witnessed the changes of the world and also captured your beautiful figure. You are not actually lonely. The majestic Yellow River is your lifelong companion, for that, it cannot be changed.

You actually give everything in your attachment.

I know that my tears are a little turbid, and I have paid for the unnecessary sacrifice. Today, I finally got the 1 millionth look back. Maybe it is not enough for the great masters to spend a day, but I feel very cherished, and the bloodstains I have walked through

, mixed with tragic singing, the inner love song turned into a hopeless cry, and I was still pursuing it tirelessly.

I know that a touch of purple in the mountains is your beautiful figure. In order to show your attachment in your heart, you waved to me million times, but I didn't realize it. I followed you every day to promote Miwen Silver

I quarreled until the wrinkles crawled on your cheeks. When I looked back, I realized that you were my figure and accompanied me throughout my life.

I know that your basket contains our past, my memory is printed with rice grains from my grandfather's beard, and my grandmother's rough hands rubbing the migu in the dustpan; I still have the road to school, you secretly steal it

Half of the sweet potato stuffed into my hand... Now, I hear you singing children's songs for the millionth time to bless your infant grandson.

In fact, my singing was completely singing for myself. Seeing that many people on the street lost themselves and paid unnecessary effort. Some people were checking in the trash can, some people were walking around with their pet dogs as if no one was around, and some people were running around for three meals a day.

Someone is driving a BMW car around the world. But you are willing to live in a 50-square-meter shabby room, carefully offering an autumn chrysanthemum. In order to bloom for the last time before the arrival of the severe winter of life, you have given everything.

Today, your efforts have finally been rewarded. You have reaped the millionth bloom. The words left by my father have built your character. You have said that there is harvest if you sow...

This article was written by the author for the click-through rate of "Widow Village" exceeding one million times.
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