Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Start immediately (sound)

A string of sugar gourds can skew hawthorn, kiwi, apples, grapes, bananas. Sweet, delicious, crispy, smooth, together, spring.

What can a subway line be stringed?

In the Xiangbi West Forest Park, the birds in the morning wake up every tree leaves. The large blockbuster green leaf layer stacked stacked and extended, and the green was so choked. These birds cross the sounds of branches and leaves, as if they are telling the fine ancient times -blurry wild, flowing epic, bright civilization, and constant beliefs. Without a sound, it can be as generous as a bird, and we cry with a gentle cry, touch your auricle and soul. The trails that go far, Baiyun and Sunlight, rushed from infinite Liaoning. The sand was quiet and the river was noisy. A tree lits four seasons and echo the late star.

In Taohualing Park, you may wish to learn the little girl who ran barefoot on the mountains and placed the peach blossoms on the braid. The kite floating on the head is as many as a tent supported on the ground. Don't ask where you come from, where will you go and make your heart to the wind. Qingshan gave it its lush, the fence opened its horn, stretched with a grass, and turned light green to dark green together; chatting with a flower, gathered or blooming together. Who says people's eyes are small? There are many worlds in the eyes.

In Lugu Park, warm love flows around. Yun Duo wrote a romantic love letter on the sky. The butterflies wrote a beautiful love letter on the grass, and the couple wrote a silent love letter with a smile. Love comes, it is an unexpected happiness, just like falling in love with the sunset when the wind rises, and falling in love with the sun when the wind stops. A woman wearing a white wedding dress, lying in the arms of a man wearing a black suit, read the mountains, rivers, and wide roads, meditation in Gobi, sea buckthorn and unruly wind, with a smile and expressive expression. Everything is sweet, in every spring breeze.

In the north of Xiyuan, all the days, together with Ma Shi Street and Cuizhu, are clean. The wind, shaking the bamboo leaves, the shadow of dreams floating on the ground. A cat turned over the white wall silently, the softness of the soles of the feet, naked on the twilight. Moonlight sprinkled all the silence on this street. The richness of spring will look for the coolness of the summer night, and the Langyue in the late autumn will remember the cold winter. Heaven and earth returned the silent beauty to every bamboo tile, every bamboo branch here. However, you look forward to seeing a lilac with an umbrella with oil paper umbrellas.

In the martyr's park, everything is added with a panoramic view. The redtroponic and pavilions and pavilions were added with red clothes. The golden turtles and black ants in June were added. It is like the fluffy foam spit out in the strong wine, which is hot inside. How good the sun is, you are silent on the stone bench by the lake. You will be soft and soft. You will want to write praise for all your life. You will want to go to the dwarf hill and the boat to sing high. The sky is high, the roof and the top of the tree are bright, and the swaying appearance is consistent with what you first saw them.

Therefore, Metro Line 6 is like a string of sugar gourds, which are sweet, delicious, crispy, and smooth, and all the hot, fresh, warm and full love in Changsha, each station is the breath of spring. Happy flowing honey in my heart.

It is a subway to spring, and it will reach a place to fly freely. Its loud voice boiled your blood, and it took you to Tongda and prosperous. So, go? Start immediately!

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