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If there is a small garden, it is good.
It is probably a world that is not very large, but full of vitality.
It may have a wooden frame covered with wisteria and grapes. There may also be a shallow pit with stones as the bottom, fish in the water and cats squatting. Maybe there will be some small trees and bonsai. Hanging orchids hang from the sky and produce purple flowers. Sunflowers are also indispensable. They can be pulled and thrown on the ground. In a few days, they will be the light that lights up the world.
In spring, pull up a small table, two chairs, and a yellow dog with a curly tail. Grab a cup of tea and smell the purple waterfall overhead. The rhubarb dog will fight with the cat again and roll on the lawn, crushing my flowers.
In summer, the five leaf creeper covered the flower racks. The cat is asleep on the cane chair, no longer thinking about the water. Rhubarb stuck out her tongue and looked at the melon on the table. The rocking chair was creaking, with the whistling fan.
It's autumn and the grapes fall down. Parthenocissus reflected the sunset glow and covered its eyes with red. The sparrow is looking for food everywhere, and the word begins to fly south. The futile cat stared at the dancing elves on the ground.
It's snowing. The leaves have already fallen away by this time. I'm too lazy to clean, but something is painted with plum blossom on it. It's going to snow soon.
In short, "Welcome back."
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