The flowers on the windowsill are blooming.
It was brought from Shandong when my father came to visit me.
He bought a flowerpot and went to the mountain to collect some animal dung and brought it back together with soil.
I am the youngest of four siblings. She is the favorite, most beloved and only daughter of her parents.
Looking at the train slowly driving away, tears fell sadly.
When I come back from get off work, I always look at the flowers first. When I get tired of painting, I go and count the flowers.
Looking at the lilac flowers, I suddenly understood my father's thoughts.
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