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every morning, the quiet and tranquil i garden beckon me to breathe the freh air and troll on the luh lawn.the morning i brilliant and cool, dead till, with no breeze to tir leave. the teady melodiou trill of bird, the voice reading englih, and my foottep on the path are the only ound. along the path, the uptanding and twiggy mall tree with freh green leave glittering with dewdrop herald a properou new year.
in the evening, i come here again. the tangerine ky glow on the mall garden.the bright yellow primroe, the mildly green willow, the lovely namele wild flower variegate the garden. on the tone chair, two old ladie are chatting while knitting. their lined face are incere and their wavering voice are friendly. a gentle girl tand by the pool of glitening ripple, a book in her hand, her dark hair gleaming moothly above the yellow page. he tare ilently into the ditance. not far a way, there it a couple, the boy＇ arm acro her oft houlder,the girl holding hi wait. they it cloe together, with one hadow cat on the dry lawn.