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d of the dry corn leaves flapping the cornstalk, the trembling of the corn leaves. On the days of moonlight, the moonlight sprinkled on every corner of the village, sprinkled on the urchins playing games, face, cheerful laughter. Hide and seek in the moonlight is the most interesting thing. There is moonlight and boldness, we can run from this house to the house, hide under the cornstalk, hide under the firewood, and hide in the corner where the moonlight is not visible. The most accomplished feeling is that at the end of the game, Still not found. At that time, I was most able to withstand loneliness, no sound, hold my breath, and look for my little friend to go from the side. I can still read in the moonlight. After studying in the evening, I sat on the stone at the gate, waiting for my mother, taking a book out of my bag, and the black dog was at my feet Marlboro Gold. Surrounded by a silver world. I was enchanted in the book Cigarettes For Sale, reveling in the moonlight, reveling in the time when I was accompanied by Ahu, intoxicated in the quiet night of the village, I heard the scream of the vendor, rushed out of the house and took a few cents to buy the jelly bean. . Going far behind the vendor, he followed him closely, learning his screaming, looking at the tempting sugar man, the colorful gadgets on the shelves. The man looked at the children in a string and still pushed his car forward. Go from the village to the other side and walk out of the village. So the children stopped and went home with their dreams. In the southeast of the village, there is a sugar pear tree. This tree has existed for many years. The two sides of the tree are walls. The other two sides are rivers. There is a small path between the river and the trees. There is an open space under the trees. This tree seems to have no owner, and its age is not what we know. When the fruit is ripe, there will be a group of children, turning around the tree, and some brave will climb the tree, and others will wait under the tree to harvest. The thick leaves covered the wasp's nest, and the most unfortunate thing was the beggar, which hurts, and he didn't dare to go home when he went home Wholesale Cigarettes. Fortunately, the crispy sweetness of the sugar pear can make up for the damage to the head. Even so, it is also happy, with fruitful results, packed in a pocket, eating and walking to the west of the village, there is an ancient well, gently shake, put the barrel into the well, shake it hard, wood The bucket rose up, the clear water, a few mouthfuls, and the lack of a day. I have lived in this village for a full decade, and the memories of ten years have become intermittent. Villages, schools, highways, street roads, dreams, future. I don't know how long the road ahead. I only know that our village is very big. My yard is in the middle of the village. There are partners in the village who grow up with me. The villages in my memory are beautiful, embarrassing and distant. Like a big tree, I am a leaf, drifting into the distance to realize my dreams. I miss the village that belongs to me, the story in the village, the laughter in the village, the book that has been turned over one page after another, and the years have left a mark of vicissitudes, I look at it. Yellow's title page, how many nostalgia, how much meditation. The village that belongs to me has been deeply impressed in my memory.<br/>Related articles:<br/> Newport Cigarettes Coupons
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