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A tree and an old tree, an ancient bridge, and a drizzle became an ancient scenery in front of my home. The spring breeze blew and greened the old branches of the old tree. I stood here, leaving me with unlimited reverie. At this time, there was light drizzle under the ground, and it fell quietly on the stone bridge. I was stroked by the delicate texture of the traces of its years. Two ducklings wandered leisurely on the mirror-like surface of the lake, very relaxed and complacent. A layer of mist haunts the ancient bridge, and it resembles a layer of veil to cover this ancient small village. Then my eyes were attracted by this thick old tree. There were a few scars on his majestic branches, a few branches scattered on the ground, and a broken stone chair sitting in this tree. Under the tree. I wonder if there is a samurai in armor holding a sword around the tree, or if there is a passionate poet sitting on a stone bench looking at this beautiful scenery and making a famous sentence, or It is a painter with advanced skills who is here to make the next beautiful country painting. I moved my eyes upwards, and what I saw were strict, dense, thick branches and leaves. It seems to be able to withstand the scorching heat of hot summer, and it seems to be able to withstand the heavy rain Cigarettes Online. I think whether there will be a wandering wanderer who is away from home, taking a rest in the cold habitat. This ancient tree must bear his infinite thoughts of loved ones, and make this wanderer feel comfortable and comfortable with a shade. I looked at the thick foliage again, and wanted this ancient tree to accompany people from generation to generation in this village, making it the memory of this village and the soul of this village. Thinking of this, my clothes were gradually getting wet. I walked under this "big umbrella" and sat on this stone bench, leaning against the tree pole and feeling a little sleepy Cigarettes For Sale. This ancient tree is like a kind old man. I lay in his arms, and the wind shook his dense leaves with a rustling crisp sound, just like the wind chimes urging me into my dreamland, the fog gradually dissipated, and the sun Show up. The sun shone on this ancient small village, sprinkled on this ancient tree, what a moment the ancient tree exudes a greenish golden light! I was stunned by the sight in front of me. The water droplets on the leaves kept shining brightly Parliament Cigarettes, shining on the village. He deserves to be the soul of this ancient village
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