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I saw osmanthus blossoms in the park. I don't know whether osmanthus blossoms should bloom in this season, but the smell of overflowing air reminds me of the burning cherry blossoms on every branch and the petals scattered all over the court.
Any season of a high school is beautiful, with delicate spring, intense summer, bright autumn and white winter. The West Courtyard is at this end of Los Angeles, and the East Courtyard is at the other end of Los Angeles. The luxury bus between the East and West Courtyards connects the magnificent modernity of the West Courtyard with the classical elegance of the East Courtyard. It seems that one high school is a beautiful myth ...
In the midsummer of 2005, I was wearing a white shirt, jeans and white canvas shoes, carrying a basket of luggage to a high school. On the road, rows of stout French phoenix trees hurried by me, and the tall white branches and goose-web-like green leaves mottled the bright sky, casting a continuous shade on the blue asphalt road. There is a faint halo at the corners of the high-rise buildings, and various billboards also pass by. There is no doubt that the city of Los Angeles is beautiful. If we compare Los Angeles to a lotus pond, that height is a bud in the corner of the lotus pond. I walked into a high school with the lively crowd. In the swing of the crowd, I fluttered at will, and the whole campus was dancing a beautiful waltz ...
I am fifteen years old this year.
Rain.
Don't forget to adopt it