Painting while shooting-after the rain is sunny, and listen to the wind

The rushing typhoon and rain disrupted the rhythm of the city, and only Akiham, which fell down the ground, looked likely to understand the accidents and sudden life; fortunately, the emerging episode soon ended, and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people and the people are sunny. The streets are as usual.

The busy aunts and mothers who were accustomed to busy began to prepare the necessary ingredients in the day in Xiaonangtang. They chatted while chatting and chatting. The old shop on the opposite side has entered the new goods again. What time of the old version of the old version of the comics, the scrolls that they do not need after moving, and the brass soup that I have seen when I was a kid. You can always find some happiness that has gradually disappeared in the old goods store.

The taste of the old street is that you are walking, browse the old houses on both sides, the scattered signboards and regular clothes drawing can be decorated with a sketch. In the warm flower pot, the bamboo shadow under the lamp swaying has a poetic and meditation.

See, there is a cat who is not afraid of having a cat at the gate of the courtyard. If you want to come in, you will consciously leave the buying fish. If you do n’t give it, you will be fierce.

The sky after being washed by the rain seemed to be clearer; and listened to the wind, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

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