Last summer, drought, no rain, sustained high temperatures so that the flowers on my balcony into a litter Grottoes, except you are proud of fighting drought dry, green still. Suddenly, winter snow floated, million trees are wilting, the balcony curtain call had ended in most bonsai, pray for the coming year in the spring to wake them; and you are comfortably Aoshuang fighting snow, green unabated. I do not know when stored in your body so much energy keeping warm drought? You are lush drought, cold too tall!

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