# challenge 30 days to write a diary on the headline # # pushing out the window in the morning, picturing the scent #
It's a couple of big silver almond trees out of the window, and it's so far away that i don't smell them when the neighbors grow a lot of plants, the leaves are so thick and the plumes bloom. Look carefully, when you watered it, you ran into that little cinnamon tree with a few little cinnamon flowers on it. It smells good and sweet。
The memory of the guacamole is always in children, and every mid-autumn grandmother has to say that the moon is full of guacamole, wu kong, and the tree. We are the young men who know it, who look up to the moon, and find out why the guacamole is going to the moon, and whether it is as beautiful as it is in the drawings。
The neighbors in the neighborhood were remembered to be free of cinnamon trees, and the flowers were planted to be trimmed by the tails of capitalism and tortuous, but few dared to do so。
He'd rather buy a tree. He'd grow well in shaanxi, and then in the hands of the tenant. They bought rosary trees before and after tianjin, money trees, red bean sprouts, guacamole, cinnamon trees, etc., whether they're in trouble with the soil or not, and they're all back to their souls。
The worst is that the guacamole, which the boss buys at over 6,000 metres, is placed on a top of a windy day, leaves slowly drying down, flowers full of trees starting to fade away, moving to the front door of the ventilator, which i have repeatedly asked for respect for my life, and buying multibacter roots, and leaves slowly beginning to shine, and flowers are no longer powerful. In the spring of the following year, however, with several bags of expired milk, the bottom of the basin smelled like rotting, and the bottom of the wash basin could have been solved, but the boss moved out of the house and tanned for two days, leaving only dead branches。
At the beginning of the year, colleagues bought two more saplings to wash the soil and plant it in the flower basin, and urged him to bring the soil up to the basin, one of which later died, a long-overdue pot, when springlight was planted outside the house, and no more questions were asked. Recently, colleagues were asked to say that they are still working hard。
And in the excitement of the saplings and jasmine, i tried to fight a cinnamon seedling, and i made it sweet, and i planted it in a flower pot, and i spent 10 days in a tub, sprayed it with water every day, and then slowly saw the light, and the leaves were never strewn and fallen, and the dry and wet water was not over-crowded. The branch that decapitated after the autumn rain had a new sprouts, and the other general heights had been strangled by me, hoping that the other sprouts would also grow, and looking for the effect of the tub. I can't believe it's such a small flower that i can't find my shoes。
I hope that my cuisine tree will stay with me a little longer, and that i will be able to share my family's happiness and unity with my friends on mid-autumn day。
