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The taste of elves
The socks have flown, but they can't be found. I don't know whether the devil is calling or the devil is calling outside the window.
Bicycles fell down in rows, and the hat of the aunt in front flew away. As soon as I went out, I smelled an oncoming elf.
Spirit of the wind.
Over the lawn next to the student dormitory, garbage and socks are Qi Fei, and the sky is blue.
People bend their hands and hunch their backs, or walk around, or go backwards or sideways, trying to resist arrogant and sloppy elves with their small backs.
In this season when it should be snowing and lovers standing on street benches kissing romantically, the wind blows away the clouds and makes the sky lonely. The wind dries four red lips in love and makes them dry like fire.
The naughty elf even lifted the orange peel off the roadside and let this orange-red thing pass through the couple's eyes disguised as a meteor.
The world of mortals is rolling, the fallen leaves come back to their roots, and people who love each other can't see each other clearly.
Maybe people in love can't see each other clearly.
In fact, the moment I walked out of the student apartment, I was blown away by the wind. I wanted to smell the wind and let my heart fly with the wind.
Northern fairy tales
Probably when I was in the first grade, on those winter mornings, I was so cold that I could almost hear the eldest son of Teacher Lin next door on my back:
"Northland scenery, ...