Ye's aesthetic sentences

Ordinary green leaves make me realize: even if you can't make beautiful flowers, why not make a pure and noble green leaf? Life should be like this, green, vigorous, humble and diligent.

2, flying leaves, visited red sorghum, greeted yellow corn, congratulated green cabbage ... The field left its footprints everywhere.

Leaves turn into butterflies and fall from the sky, drawing a beautiful arc. At that moment, it saw the beauty of the world, heard the call of birds and completed its mission.

There are several ginkgo trees by the roadside. The tree used to be covered with green "little fans". Under the touch of autumn wind, the color gradually turns from green to yellow. Pick up thin "small fans", some with green vertical stripes; Some edges are yellow, the middle is light green, and the whole leaves are yellow and green; There are also khaki vertical stripes, which feel like delicate skin and are extremely comfortable.

5, a breeze blowing, a leaf falling, flying in the air, high and low, like singing and dancing in the air.

6. Compared with maple leaves, ginkgo in autumn is not inferior. The fan-shaped shape has a unique taste. Some ginkgo leaves are separated from the middle and split in two. Ginkgo biloba leaves seem to know that the cold wind is coming in autumn and winter, so they put on green spring clothes and a thick golden warm coat, which shines in the sun. If you smell Ginkgo biloba leaves, a kind of fragrance from the earth, you will feel relaxed and happy.

7. A gust of wind blows, and a few small sharp corners of the leaves sway around, much like a baby's little palm! Smooth leaves, very soft, with small jagged edge, won't sting your hands. There is a little yellow and green in the middle of the red Ye Er, like countless dazzling rubies hanging between your fingers.

8. In October, many leaves turn yellow. In the wind, those naughty lobular dolls fly down, making the earth more beautiful! In this beautiful season, I can't help but put down my books and walk into this colorful fairy tale.

9. When the autumn wind blows, strange leaves fly all over the sky like butterflies. When you are tired of flying, you will go back to your mother. They are all kinds, big, small, single, string, red and yellow.

10, autumn red leaves, like clusters of azaleas with smiling eyelids, like patches of red sunrise, are floating in the sky.

1 1. Maple leaves are like a small palm, and each finger is covered with serrations. The end of the leaf is very red and sharp, as if the red in the leaf will flow out once it is tied there. Its veins are very clear, extending from the petiole to the leaves, like an interesting painting.

12, I bent down to pick up a ginkgo orchard and studied it carefully. This ginkgo garden is golden yellow, only the edges of the leaves are just a little brown; Ginkgo biloba leaves are like fans, and the veins are not very clear. Ginkgo biloba leaves are soft and smooth on both sides, like a golden thread, and smell faint fragrance.

Yesterday, my father and I went to collect the autumn leaves of four kinds of fruits, all of which were oval. Pomegranate autumn leaves are green and yellow, autumn leaves are yellow, more green and less longan, more orange and less yellow, and a little green litchi. Only one color is brown. I wonder what color other autumn leaves are. I will have the opportunity to observe them more in the future to increase my knowledge.

14, quietly, involuntarily, I slowly picked up a fallen leaf. Gently stroking its delicate texture, I suddenly raised a kind of respect in the face of the selfless heart of a small member in nature.

15, the fallen leaves in the north, what a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. Perhaps only two pieces fell first, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

16 A maple leaf fell on my shoulder. When I saw it, there was a maple tree here. The maple leaves on the tree are burning and crumbling. When the wind blows gently, maple leaves jump to the ground singing like a little doll. This is, Maple Leaf started the sprint race with the help of Grandma Feng. Why are maple leaves so red? It turns out that maple leaves are originally green because they contain chlorophyll. In autumn, some objects called anthocyanins enter the maple leaf again, so the maple leaf turns red. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm with five forks. Maybe maple leaves didn't have five forks before. Later, I admired people's palms and grew up like that.

17, the flaming maple leaves, broke free from the shackles of books lightly and danced lightly in the room. The trace of its movement is not fast, extremely soothing and extremely firm. Obviously, life has been separated from the trees on which it lives. However, the fiery red color has not weakened with the passage of life.

18, pieces of smooth and delicate maple leaves stick together tightly, just like brothers are close to each other like palms in shape. Especially their colors. That kind of fiery red, red as a burning fire, seems to be dripping from the tip of the blade. The fiery red maple leaves seem to warm my heart and make me feel the coolness of autumn wind.

19, in autumn, leaves are flying gracefully, with this faint sadness, slowly falling to the ground. One by one, gradually spread a yellow carpet, this carpet ... with a little sadness. But people crushed this carpet, crushed it into several pieces, crushed it … cracked leaves … drifted to different corners with the wind.

20. Leaves decorate autumn trees with gorgeous colors. The leaves beat with the big leaves and another leaf. "Wow, wow," they thought, we exchanged our lives for a year of people's happiness.

2 1, people always take the arrival of swallows as a harbinger of spring, and I think the new green leaves are really the messengers of spring. As early as the severe winter, it waited and saved with its own faith and hope. Once the ice and snow melt, it can't wait to get out of the bare branches and peep around timidly. Then, it gently shakes its small body, greets affectionately, faces the sunshine, bathes in the spring rain and stretches. In a few days, a tree was dotted with bits and pieces, showing a vigorous vitality.

22. When September comes, there will be autumn, which will slip away in the foggy dawn and disappear in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left.

It's autumn again. I habitually look up at the sky and see leaves falling from the sky. I think they should be cheerful, because they will return to the tree in a new form next year. However, I looked down and saw another scene.

2, a large piece of fiery red leaves falling, there are always people who disdain it. But I love it, put it in a book and cherish this beautiful memory.

3. All life has to precipitate to have thickness, and fallen leaves are actually an interpretation of complete life. The falling leaves are melodious, just completing the precipitation of life.

4, the tree is still a tree, the leaves are still leaves, the playground is still the playground, or the appearance of primary school, but the heart is not as happy as it was in primary school, or even empty. Only the fallen leaves on the ground are the foil.

5. The leaves fell all over the floor. Time has stripped it of its beautiful coat, dressed it in an old, yellow and ugly coat and took away its work permit. Looking at their lonely figures, I saw the old people who left their jobs. Isn't that what they do? Although I have left my job, my heart has always stayed at work, hoping to contribute love to the society in my lifetime.

6. Fallen leaves are the jungle you decorate in autumn. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dance that is as happy as a dancer and flies like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.

7. The autumn wind is bleak and cool, and the long yellow sand is rolled up, and the withered Ye Er flies with it. Pieces like butterflies, like elves, floated in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. For a long time, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling the sad silence alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn't hear the joy of harvest, I didn't see the fruitful results, and I couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only thing I am afraid of is only fallen leaves! Ben said that the melody of autumn was tense and radical, but he couldn't understand its rhythm, which was more like helplessness and melancholy in Autumn Moon in Han Palace. I thought autumn was pleasant and picturesque, but what was real was bare branches and sparse trees.

8, fallen leaves, some like boats driving in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like gliders hovering.

9. In the early morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.

10, another gust of wind is blowing, so fierce and deep. Maple leaves roll around and fall one by one. Looking at the falling maple leaves, I can't help thinking. The leaves fell without a trace. Indeed, the leaves fall so quietly that people don't realize it.

1 1. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.

12. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of Qiu Si, the strings of life are stirring the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes, like a stormy slope, a beautiful golden thread falls, covering the journey of life, and sometimes, like an ethereal dream girl, she is slightly depressed and unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, coming quietly and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.

13, the leaves on the tree are turning yellow, and the falling leaves are flying up and down like golden birds.

14, standing in the bushes, I listened quietly, and the leaves fell to the ground, vaguely rustling like cicadas. At that moment, I imagined that vilen in autumn had Monet's golden color, so gorgeous. I think, out of the window, in the depths of Lin Qiu, there is a big manor with a spire, with a vague outline and silent affection. The cool autumn wind blows, and from time to time there are golden leaves fluttering slowly in front of my eyes, so gentle, so quiet and so light, as if guarding a fragile dream.

There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. The soft ginkgo leaves spread out, and a gust of wind blew and swayed with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo biloba leaves have only a few small blood vessels, which are very unique and unforgettable. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.

16, you see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: Frost leaves are red in February.

17. The leaves are swaying in the wind. Suddenly, a leaf was blown out of the embrace of the tree by the wind, hovering quietly in the air, fluttering gently in the wind, flying in the air like a dying butterfly, and finally falling to the ground in a beautiful arc. At that moment, the heartstrings were touched. It turns out that this is the way it chooses when it faces death. Even at the end of his life, he will show his best side and don't want to leave with any regrets.

18, the fallen leaves in the north, what a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. Perhaps only two pieces fell first, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

19, autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

20. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

2 1, fallen leaves are lonely. He feels lonely in this autumn. He is the main theme of autumn and also symbolizes the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity that he can't stand the cold winter and accompany me through the world of powder and jade. He is so handsome that there is no sadness. In autumn, he came and went in a hurry, so busy, leaving no gap.

22. The fallen leaves fall with the wind, layer by layer, which is a little soft to step on. We picked it up and threw it into the air. It will fly to houses, cars, rivers and so on. In our vision, we see gold everywhere, as if it were embellished.

23. On the forest path, golden leaves are scattered all over the floor, stepping on autumn leaves all the way. I was moved by unknown poems, and even had an illusion that girls of this age were eager to take risks.

24. The autumn wind gradually rises, and the flying leaves fall into the soil. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. Close your eyes, it suddenly occurred to me that falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

25. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Is it gone? Are you still happy? Heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still staying in that blooming season. What will be left in this deciduous season? Is it that innocence or that passion? The change and passage of time has diluted the persistence in my heart, but left bitter memories. Time is boundless, the outer wall of time can't be touched, and its wings can't be caught. It passed so fast, perhaps, it disappeared like a fallen leaf. Come so quietly, go so hastily, so calmly.

26. Mature adzuki beans, some like agate, some like pearls, are covered with branches, and the dense green leaves form a small umbrella, which is really lovable!

27. A breeze blew and the leaves on the tree rustled. I looked down and picked up a leaf. This leaf is like a small hand, and the red on the top of it seems to drip. Hey, why do maple leaves turn red in autumn? Oh, it turns out that the low temperature in autumn destroyed chlorophyll in maple leaves and turned chlorophyll into anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in autumn are red.

28. In spring, young leaves are in full bloom. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They started their lives happily. This is a cheerful prelude. The summer is long, the leaves are dark green, and the joy of life is quietly tasted. This is a beautiful and long theme. Autumn is long, leaves fall safely, that is their final destination, and life ends here. () This is a euphemistic and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all and smiles as before.

29. In autumn and October, the autumn wind is cool, and the leaves will fall like butterflies flying in the air. What a beautiful picture this is. Leaves are falling and butterflies are flying. Wild geese fly south in pairs, and I walk on a path full of fallen leaves and enjoy this unique beauty.

30. The leaves are fluttering, and the heart follows. Its life is coming to an end. Its life is short, but it is full and interesting. It is young and brilliant, perhaps its exuberant vitality and gorgeous appearance can't be compared with those extravagant flowers and expensive grass, but what it thinks is by no means nostalgia for life, but an understanding of the meaning of life. Maybe it thinks it's worth burning even at the end of life, at least leaving its last warmth in a corner of the world.

3 1, a sudden warm wind, more leaves fall down, just like butterflies dancing in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.

Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn have withered and are worthless. I don't think so. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Autumn falls, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the mother tree, which is pregnant with the hope of spring. I believe that next spring, there will be autumn leaves smiling faintly when they are in bud.

When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating profusely. They let us grow sturdily with spring breeze education. Seeing fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad; When I see fallen leaves, I think of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.

34. I often walk into this land in late autumn and see golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, the freshness and lightness of the green world and photosynthesis, and the inexhaustible oxygen, all of which delight my body and mind and decorate my beautiful clothes, but I also feel the shortness of life for the fallen leaves. I know that the falling leaves are for the birth of new leaves and for the tree of life to flourish. Falling leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. In fact, fallen leaves exist as a tangible life form in the invisible torrent of life. She melted the soil in spring, melted into a river, and deeply moistened the earth with deep roots.

35. Autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on. Let the autumn girl look extraordinarily enchanting. A cool breeze blew, and golden leaves, waving handfuls of small fans, fell from the air as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.

36. Yellow leaves, one or two, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

Looking at this yellow leaf, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted. Until this moment, Fang Fang woke up like a dream. What is the pursuit of being in a daze for so many years? It is silly to laugh at yourself. For years, I asked God what he wanted, and the days are gone forever. It's silly to laugh at yourself. For many years, for the persistent pursuit of a dream, I suddenly looked back and found nothing. Another poor smile and sigh, speechless. For a perfect ending, ups and downs have gone through so many years. In retrospect, the memory has long been blurred, and everything falls like this maple leaf. Open the inner window again and walk the long road far away from us.

38. Fallen leaves are actually beautiful, but not many people will find them and appreciate them. As long as you observe carefully, you will know how to discover and appreciate beauty.

39. When the autumn wind sweeps, leaves fall one after another, some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

40. I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.

4 1, amber dusk with a faint haze, little and fine sunlight jumping through the gaps in the leaves on the clear window. Outside the window, a fallen leaf is quietly falling, and the leisurely curve suddenly makes my eyes shine. Unable to restrain my pounding heart, I walked into the path deep in the forest.

42. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help thinking back to what it looked like when it was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.

43. A leaf has only one life. When autumn came, it fell from the tree and ended its life. But it turned its body into fertilizer and gave it to the earth. How great the fallen leaves are!

44. I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorate, I look for my life, the color of my life, the source that I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.

45. Picking up some fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn were so colorful: the thick green did not fade, but added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay, interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.

46. Look, some leaves are falling, some are flying like butterflies, some are flying like birds, and some are spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The ship gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye to me and began its interesting voyage.

47. The long-awaited autumn has finally arrived. That leaf left a glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly, easily piercing the haze in my heart. Long and messy troubles, like yellow leaves flying in autumn, will eventually settle down.

48. The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the yellow leaves on the branches, dancing like a group of beautiful dead butterflies, and large yellow leaves are flying up and down in the wind, like rain. Some leaves have turned dark orange, some are only yellow, and some are still half green and half yellow. Looking at the dead leaves standing on the branches yesterday, they fell one after another, and the ground was covered with a thick layer, lying on the cold ground, which made people feel distressed.

49. When a person walks in the yard and steps into a shade, the rustling under his feet is like the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my palm.

50. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

5 1, autumn wind rustling leaves. The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.

52. You see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their female talents assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: Frost leaves are red in February flowers.

53. It is no longer light green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.

54. Fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

55. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, every time they spin, they make people feel like a beautiful butterfly. Accompanied by the breeze, they danced on the drums of the wind and returned to the embrace of the earth.

56. Unconsciously, autumn is coming. It has neither the tenderness of spring nor the enthusiasm of summer, nor the indifference of winter. Autumn is beautiful and bleak. As the ancients often said, sigh! As the ancients wrote. Autumn is bleak and beautiful. When you see yellow leaves floating in the wind, they quietly fall to the ground.

57. Fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn, indicating the splendor of autumn. Teachers love the faint sad leaves dancing in autumn. The teacher said they were butterflies with flying wings. Although they landed, they were very happy. Yes, they are the happiest. But I don't feel like a teacher, but I don't understand the joy in the eyes of teachers.

58. Autumn is a mature season, but it is also accompanied by autumn wind sweeping away leaves and mercilessly scraping off the branches of life. Leaves are like the dusk of life. In the far-away wind of Qiu Lai, in the baptism of endless years, she slowly withered her life. She dedicated her life to nature, and she locked her love for life firmly on the trunk of life. Maturity is a complete and accompanying life. Fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her wandering and the following of her heart are all breaking away from the raindrops of nature and merging into new natural fragrance forever. Walking is to stay in the natural scenery better, and walking is for a new life, a new life update and dancing space.

59. Some people say that autumn leaves are like winter snow. In spring, snow will turn into water, water into steam, then into rain or snow, and return to the ground. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.

60. The leaves are like songs. They have completed the journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn into dust, and the wind blows bamboo and knocks the autumn rhyme at midnight. All the leaves are full of hatred.

6 1, with the autumn wind falling leaves, they started their journey on different routes. The vitality of spring has faded. The color of spring and the heat of summer are buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it also brings sadness.

62. The red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of maple leaf is like a small paw, which looks very playful. Like a bright peacock. The small blood vessels of maple leaves are criss-crossing and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13 cm long, slightly wider than the length, and there are several small convex teeth on the three largest claws, which are very cute. The maple leaf fell gently in my hand and was blown away by a breeze, not just where to travel. In the sun, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layered and dense, really like a burning flame. It beckons to us in the wind, as if to show its exuberant vitality. I stared at the flaming maple leaf, and I couldn't help thinking of Du Mu's song "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers". What a lovely wind!

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