Wind from the days
Today, it is a masterpiece of the spring wind, wind, windsoil mixture of the fragrance and watched all around the gray, was very quiet in the hearts of more and more restless, and there were a sense anxiety and boredom. Alas! The weather this ghost, even daily experience, we can not let it become a habit.
May not wish to use a poet39s poem of praise to describe this kind of wind, but perhaps this kind of wind, a strong cast of the Minqin such as Populus euphratica, and look at the rough skin like iron, such as those mature copper face, not with the wind resistance is a section of Minqin clankman you are unique? Give it a try, you can wreak key holder havoc, braving the wind and that without the blink of an eye you stand up? You can stilldays immersed in the fields to work in it? Minqin who, year after year, with the wind fighting desperately tried to maintain their own little oasis in this piece of ……
False picture of the city growing up in a materialistic people, the vast expanse of grassland is refreshing, the surging of the sea is very excited about. I am a native of Minqin people, so I understand that is it - the sand all over the sky before I become stronger.
Feelings in such a day, can not be quiet, deliberately think about some better past, but those who have trouble with the gloom and to come again and again, onoccupy your whole way of thinking, looking for a good with theiraware that certain, but have to face is that QQ on a cheap key holder gray head, perhaps in this day, will be new key holder more memory - a friend of the day, nice!
Ear, such as spring or winter, as always, roaring like the wind. I also lit a cigarette, it is so close to crazy to adsorption, it has failed to drive away the hearts of boredom, as we Minqin people, grappling with the sand a number of years, it is as rampant violations of our home .
