Zombie children joke video

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. "The lotus pond is old and has a little residual load, but it is independent. Residual load is a realm, an ethics and a spirit; Residual lotus is a kind of low-key arrogance and the tranquility at the end of life. Life is like a lotus, hold up your persistence with obsession, and even if you leave, you must leave a beautiful scenery for the world without hesitation.

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? Extraction code: 6iw4 Far away, the almost bonsai-like Xiangshan at the city gate has long been lost in chaos. On the mountain, man-made buildings seem unwilling to be lonely in the world of snow, struggling to hold the low trunk high and straighten their bodies in the middle of the world surrounded by snow of the same color. Snow, on the other hand, bloated the skin of the mountain for no reason. It is an unremitting process to wrap the artificial green in the plain world and arrange the rhythm of winter at will. As long as you have this belief in your heart, day after day, year after year, you will definitely reach the other side of happiness. But there are bound to be storms and icebergs hitting the rocks, which will stop you from moving forward like a countercurrent. At this time, don't shrink back, don't be discouraged, even if you just wander outside the door of happiness in the end. After all, we have pursued, worked hard and struggled with the wind and rain. Pursuit is a kind of happiness. As Tagore once said, "There are no traces of birds left in the sky, but I have flown." Tagore once said: The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. This is the distance between me and you. Although I stand in front of you, the distance within reach is sometimes out of reach. The thick green canopy blocks the sun but not the heat wave. The restless chirping of the black cicada rang from tree to tree, causing a lot of floating dust flying around. Looking forward to it, there was finally a cool breeze under the dark clouds, and then the raindrops as big as copper coins fell with a bang. The dry ground was smashed by yellow dust, and the hot air was filled with the moist smell of earth. Panicked sparrows and hens hid under the haystack to avoid the rain and kept shaking the water drops on their wings. Farmers working in the west of the village were soaked to the skin, dragging hoes and stepping on mud and running into the village quickly. The aunt who lives in the west of the village ran into the house and watched the rain in the yard accumulate deeper and deeper, and the white jade jumping beads splashed all over the floor. A face of unspeakable joy, satisfied laughter flew into the trembling leaves, and a new green was crystal clear. My aunt who lives in the east of the village ran to her yard, only to find that the yard was full of chickens and sparrows and the sun was shining. She looked back helplessly at the dark cloud in the west and sighed, hoping to hook it into her yard with a hoe.