I have a blue locust flower

2022-06-23 0 By

Wen “qian snow” I have a basket of sophora japonica was stranded in the ancient table that village lit the fire and several poor Eva street, a pond, pond naked little boy branches jade-like stone white pagoda tree flower like spring hasn’t sailed away hiding great happiness and empty train mother head headcloth away with wind heat and didn’t detect the trace of the tidal wave city neon lights flashingDazzling light invisible branches of the whispering do not understand the rural legend like a string of white locust flower taste on the tongue and the taste of happiness in the pocket of the mother locust flower experienced years ah is the years of parents wrinkles,White hair, and rough hands always inadvertently pulling paranoia and sadness rings holding the water of the ancient well poured to my eyes eyes confused mouth sweet taste