In the 1950s, the plane coastal and tree species, development early place has been destroyed. WenDeng, being developed the corner that is forgotten, stretching dozens of million mu ecological preserved a pine forest. Again see the blue sky, like have a huge wet towel, the day that cloud wiped a QingLingLing water is so obvious. Don't really like the sky, fall like pulled into the 3D movies. Companion in said roadside someone sell peanuts, returns to buy, and I said, I want to buy some sky.
Me to go to the beach, besides swallowing here, had better use of the anion of abounds a bottle put air condenses installs back to Beijing. The sunset gradually into the sea, a light wave sliding red, beach is gold wave is red. I want to use a net, put the 156 kilometers beach collect into memory.
Into the night, mist. In one class highway, ran that we a car. Road side tall windmill, such as ink dancer. Near, far very clear, only simple lines, again distant, fully implicit in the fog. Car driving ahead, windmill into withdrawing gauze, like a mist link-the XiTiao dancer, in the clouds to one after another dance out.
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