It's from the police park

this is the story that was heard in the zaozhou police park.

some say that pd cao is in the air, others say pd is in the air.

there are thousands of acres, lots of them, all gone.

however, caozhou was said to have had all kinds of flowers in its early years, in the absence of a police presence, and then the jade shirts and gwabok came from luoyang to caozhou and saw the place and planted a seed to flourish, contrary to the story of the “gwats” in chai.

cao zhou called him hanako.

they were told that loyang had a mountain of zaqqum, and that there were before it two beautiful flowers, one white and one purple.

every year, at the rainy season, when you look far away, you see the top of the mountain, two of which are made of fresh, live and fresh, tall, and tiring, white and white, purple and purple, and even the top of the mountain is luminous, and the leaves of the flowers are clearly visible.

but i can't see anything in front of you.

it's amazing.

these two flowers are truly extraordinary.

a year before the rain, hanako was meeting a good time.

day and day, at night, the sun and moon were shining, two of which were spent on dew, a clear wind, and turned into two fairies.

"sister, look! it's not as if luoyang is a 9-year-old man, with flowers and a view, and it's time for the two of us to stay on this hill and go for a walk.

"sister is right, we're in the middle of nowhere, we're in the middle of nowhere, we're in the middle of nowhere, we're in the middle of nowhere, we're in the middle of nowhere." it was agreed after a while.

no more words.

sisters and sisters were able to lighten up, and the moon was flying far away.

there's fun at home, out of the house, out of the house, and the girls, they've seen things they've never seen before, and they've been through the wind and rain they've never seen.

at noon this day, they arrived above caozhou.

the village of zhao had not only a small building, but also a large garden, which looked down in half-empty, not to say that the silk was less radiant and that the clouds in the sky were not as bright as it was.

the more the two fairies look at god, the more they get drunk, the more they look, the more they fall into the garden.

they say they look far away at the green mountain, and look near to the water, and it's a great flower.

the girls are wearing willows.

look here, look there.

look at this one.

i can't see enough.

look, look, it's dark and it's not going to leave, and it's in that little building.

so, two fairies, white and purple, stayed in the garden of the zhao building for days.

even more curiously, the people of zhao village often see two daughters, one in white...

one in purple, one in fluffy clothes, looking upstairs.

sisters not only love nice flowers in the garden, but also love the sights of caozhou and often go out to hang out.

one night, the moon was clear, in the gardenIt's bright, it's bright, it's beautiful.

The view of the white and viosterian sides of the line: "Sister, this is a great place for the land." “Yes, the longer you live, the better it is.

You see the Yellow River, there's green water, and since we're here, our sister has to leave a bud." "It's a good idea, but it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good.

I said we're not going to view, but we're going to interview people." The next day, the two sisters went to nowhere, came to the country, visited the village and heard a story that had its roots, its tails, its ears, two fairies, and it was hotter to go back to the little upstairs.

Quidu said, “Chou has such a hard-working man who must let the police grow here.” After the rain, the two sisters, though they felt that Caozhou was good, always fell in love with their home country and left two seeds upstairs as they were leaving.

The Zhao building people saw two fat kids up there, smiling up their mouths.

Catch up and take a look.

The kid's gone.

Left-right-looking, two seeds found on the ground.

When the seeds entered the soil the following year, they came out of the field, and watered them for five years, and both of them bloomed, one white white, one white white, the white white, the white white, the white white, the white white, the white white, the white, the white, the white, the white, the white, the white, the white, the white, the velvet, the flowers, the great, the handsome, the king of the flowers.

Those two women heard it.

What's the story? As the saying goes, "Beautiful flowers are outside and beautiful are in the heart." And here's the story that they heard: the Nine Yellow Rivers, across Caozhou's ground, are still huge, and the yellow waves are raging, and there's a mud hut on the shore, with little land and no land, all living by their sons.

The young man is strong, he runs, he pulls out big fishnets.

Despite the wind, the waves, he keeps working, he can't stop living in poverty, and he often has no food in his house.

This winter, when we entered the Kazuki Gate, the Yellow River was iced, and there was no way to fish, and the girls broke up.

When she was dressed for 10 days, she was hungry, she was hungry, and her mother fell ill, and she had a heart attack, and she said, "It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard.

Sing on the back.

Go and watch the fun." A young man who has the heart to keep his mother at home and to think, he can't stay at home.

The young man walked out the door, three turns, four bends down to the stage, west towards the stage.

Even though we have seen a few acquaintances, we are poor and we are like ourselves, and we are all in a difficult situation, so why do we have to leave our bags behind? He groaned and watched, turned back and thought: “How can he say to her old man when she's sick?” He walked, stopped, stopped, went, and felt that there was no way.

This jobYou're singing on the stage.

There was a family in the backyard, and the old man and his son went to the theatre, leaving only their daughters to watch.

A family of three had a good life, with grain and grass.

My daughter comes to the courtyard to feed her name to the mouth.

It's not a story.

The young man walks through the door, sees the street open, there's lights in the compartment, and wonders: how can a man who is poor and is a man of five or three, open his mouth? Turning to the thought, the footsteps went into the yard, screaming, unable to hear the word, and set the door to the van house, which looked astounding, with only a few top-heavy food hoardings, without any entry.

He's trying to get out.

She's back.

She went in in the courtyard without a word, threw the grass, reached out and closed the door, and “shouted” the lock on the door.

The young man looks in the yard and he's so anxious that he can't fly out with wings.

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