突然想起昨天的梦
一如既往
幻想可能是竞技场中两种武术之间的决斗
梦想的第一部分是继续追逐和被追逐
跳来跳去
我真的很喜欢像吞咽一样轻盈的感觉下半场直奔黄龙
看来有八个人出发了
有个电话我的号码是1可能是最强大的战斗力 呵呵
简而言之
我们小组潜伏在古老的屋檐上
准备罢工
原来他吗突然想起昨天的梦
一如既往
幻想可能是竞技场中两种武术之间的决斗
梦想的第一部分是继续追逐和被追逐
跳来跳去
我真的很喜欢像吞咽一样轻盈的感觉下半场直奔黄龙
看来有八个人出发了
有个电话我的号码是1可能是最强大的战斗力 呵呵
简而言之
我们小组潜伏在古老的屋檐上
准备罢工
结果是
他们都很高我告诉他们躲起来没在听
我默默地移到了深处
他们被发现了
反对派部队逮捕了人们
非常友好
说要给他们进行心理面试（）也有分析
我怕被人抓住而从屋檐上滑下来
下面有一个小空间
很多树
我睡在被子里
他们醒来还没有结束
突然有一排人出现在我对面
穿同样的制服I wrapped the quilt and climbed onto the eaves and slipped.接下来就是寻找武术重生
外面的世界很奇怪尤其冷清奇怪的路和奇怪的狼烟
我迷路了
我只记得我学校里有很多桃树
I just look for it
走到偏远的地方里面很黑我下意识地摸摸我的口袋
我碰了电话只需打开手电筒
结果是房间的窗户
然后我眨眨眼躺在床上
看着窗户
那时我很清醒
现在想到许多地方很奇怪
例如
我很快又进入了一个梦
告诉别人你刚刚醒来的事情
也许醒来是梦的内容
梦后：能够轻松地工作（（▽）

在音利斯河（Inglis River）岸边，这里有着许多特色集装箱风景。建筑师脑洞大开，创造出了Coastal Pods Wynyard这样工业与海滨风格互相碰撞的特色住宿，每个集装箱配有客厅、阅读角、淋浴间和厨房。

#塔斯马尼亚旅游[超话]##种草心动宝藏地#

photo：© Tourism Tasmania & Rick Eaves/© Kevin O'Daly/© S. Group

?The dusk in the south is just a moment.Remember the clear ground line just now,Looking up again,The sun has dozed off.The junction of sea and sky,Just a surging misty milky white.Wide balconies, carved windows, blue glass tiles,Looking back from the dock,All melted sticky in the twilight.Under the persimmon-colored roof at the end,The green glass windows reflect the sea,There seemed to be a few broken rosettes beside the window,Shadowy,Look carefully南方的黄昏只是一霎。记得方才还分明的地面线，再一抬眼，日头已盹着了。海与天的交界，只是一片涌动的濛濛乳白。Wide balconies, carved windows, blue glass tiles,Looking back from the dock,All melted sticky in the twilight.Under the persimmon-colored roof at the end,The green glass windows reflect the sea,There seemed to be a few broken rosettes beside the window,Shadowy,Not careful,It's just green,As the dusk deepens,The overlap of a shallow cluster covers again.Hee la la,Like bubbles in mint liquor.?Under the eaves is a fleeting cup,The pillars are covered with the dust of the years,The sea pine blue glass windows,It seems to filter all wind and dust.You can't help thinking,The air of the ancient past must be permeated across the window,Wet, loose, and indifferent to migration.Every building is like a huge old can with a compact lid.Seal up the twisted past.This side of the window,Is the summer wind,Carrying an old air conditioner,Lala Lala turn.Is the everlasting daylight,Sift in the gold,The oblique shadow knocks on the window,Thin railings that seem to be looser,He wants to talk but stops yesterday's story.?Every painting,It seems that the sound of the waves has been repeatedly described for hundreds of years.look,At sunset, people are scattered,Only the waves remain.