如何成為一個又美又有錢又自由的女人

The emerald green is the first green and the most important green. The green light that lit up the once-heroic dream; The green, the rain melted the loess and the desolation; That green, sweet city temporary home; The emerald green, warm the unfamiliar heart wall. That green, in the light of the year, the happy laughter, warm mood, into comfort and longing, warm a lonely dream journey.

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Shelley said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Spring, the beginning. Spring flowers go through the hills and fields, the grass grows in the field, the spring whispers, the good is full of life. First met deserted campus, little green flattening of the loess sadness, disguise the once barren, warm down boring heart, ornament is a lonely blue sky, lively was desolate and the corners.

The autumn wind is bleak, the beginning of the campus, the granule yellow sand spread every corner, disappointed and speechless rush to the heart. Every step, the loss increases, the garden is deserted, the green is almost invisible, like a magnificent empty city, the life breath quiet desolation, the pale one of the heroic dream.

In the first year of the year, time travel, the years like water gently evaporate, the scene is another. Time accumulates memory, time circulates life, every beautiful scenery, nurtures every green that represents vitality, greening the once dark yellow campus. In spring, the sunshine is as warm as cotton. The drizzle is like a needle. It falls gently on the yellowish leaves, deepening every bit of green, ushering in the center of the four seasons and enchanting summer sunshine.

Shallow summer, green starts to become thick, bean rain slowly and frequently, the trees are standing, gently dancing in the wind, deducting the cool and refreshing summer breeze. The mood is very happy, every green ground, every tree seedling, every small grass, in the sunshine of the comfort of the beautiful green clothes, lively campus every corner. No fancy words, no flowery words, describe the excitement, joy, but very happy.

Summer is like a child who is innocent and naughty. The sky, suddenly cloudy, the rain fell fast, concealed the hot sun. Lean on the window the rain, sound hit the heart, that leaves sway the delicate posture in the rain, rain hungry great sorption, enjoying the rain erosion, sasha vujacic, filar silk cool meaning, to the heat of the city, came to this earth is depressing, washing the dust of the campus, clean the dirty air.

The sky is clear blue with no impurities, like a newborn child, pure and beautiful. Walking on the broad oil road, the campus is beautifully washed by the rain, the wind s edify, the light of the sun, the release of a wisps of love, the creation of a unique time. The wind, with the dust of the dust, darted into the nostrils, with the peculiar coolness of the rain and the heat of the whole body.

New arrival, strange city, strange people, everything is strange. As time passed, a year changed many, familiar with many, the campus in this unfamiliar environment became a short and sweet home that can rely on. Every time I travel, I want to go back to my small dormitory and go back to the small place with many green hearts.

Tao, a far away from the city campus of night light without city neon color is gorgeous, only clear white luminous, flickering, vague, hazy night at the campus is like a romantic poetic dream. Every time I come back, I walk on the path beside the dormitory, watch the willow twig dance, blowing the cool breeze, the day s weariness and the dust are shaking in the fresh and green fresh. Love that part of green, linger that warmth quietly elegant, light shade with cool breeze emerald green, the light warmth of the campus.

The emerald green is the first green and the most important green. The green light that lit up the once-heroic dream; The green, the rain melted the loess and the desolation; That green, sweet city temporary home; The emerald green, warm the unfamiliar heart wall. That green, in the light of the year, the happy laughter, warm mood, into comfort and longing, warm a lonely dream journey.

The green, the dust above the sky, the paintbrush cannot trace its elegant beauty, the words can not write its rhyme, but the words can not be said. Dark green, there is no passage of history, not the sky the sea wide atmosphere, and without the flamboyant brocade silk, only, fresh and pure and fresh, light and refined, shallow white, like Sri Lanka, like drops of water, like a lake, shallow magic the firm s dream.

The green, still continue, warm heart wall, decorating dream!

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