A Battle-Aura Master in the City

There are two roads from my home to school. One is a broad and straight avenue, and the other is through many criss-crossing paths surrounded by trees. The path is not small at all. The flowers there bloom all year round. There are lush trees everywhere. There are flowers and fallen leaves of different colors everywhere. Green vines wrap around the red wall on the roadside. Within the red wall, there are garden villas of different styles. Every villa there is older than me, and every brick and tile on them is a story. They have witnessed the rise and fall of the city, the prosperity and changes. They have experienced countless life and death, joys and sorrows. Time has changed the city, but it seems that nothing can change them. They have not aged with the changes of time, but have become more mysterious. Under the shadow of the lush trees, they are full of calm calmness. I always wonder, what kind of people live in those villas? And when I think about this, Wang Xingye is always behind me, trampling the ginkgo leaves on the ground to make a loud sound. "Wang Xingye, would you like to grow some food? If you don't appreciate such a beautiful scenery, why are you so cruel to the leaves?"

Why is it always repeated? The writing is wonderful. I read it every day. I am very disappointed when I see it repeated.

Spicy Shrimp came to visit with his work "Yipin Xianguan", and I would like to ask for a return visit, collection, and comments. The link to the work: http://book. Zongheng. Com/book/572838. Html