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It is scenery from the Han River. The river became muddy after a lot of rain. It was the day when the wind was strong. There is a tree standing on the banks of the Han River. It is a landscape surrounding the tree. There is Yeouido on the other side of the river. After the rain, the appearance of the Han River looks different.
Have a cold ice americano drink. Fort is the feeling that the weather is really hot, standing in the midst of summer. It is hot and sweaty without doing anything. I remember a cool cup of coffee in this weather. A cup of coffee with ice will cool the heat. I'll give you a cup of iced coffee.
"My Love‘s Like a Red, Red Rose”-Robert Burns The roses have long been a symbol of beauty, elegance and romantic love. Roses also represent deceptions and dangers. A brilliant and bold act of dedicating a red rose for a loved one has a very long history. Legend has it that the red rose came when Eve kissed a white rose blooming in the Garden of Eden. Among the basic sentences, I first look at th..
Yellow rose flower. Though many roses are blooming, yellow roses are particularly prominent. Appropriately reflected in the sunlight, the yellow color looks more yellow. The rose flowers that have already smoldered a few times now are getting bigger. Sometimes it is fun to see the pictures of the flowers that I took just before. The flowers disappear and disappear, but the moment that was once c..
One pine tree that I happened to meet. As I was walking down the street, I found a pine tree by the side of a large building. A pine tree standing in the background of a green grass and concrete building is gorgeous in its own way. I could go on my way, but I watched the pine tree for a while and took a picture. The grass does not always blossom, but it looks greener in the summer. And the pine ..
There is a way for a person to not go to himself. If you choose to live, you may think that you have made such a choice, but in the end, what can not be done is life. A long time ago there was another way I could choose, and I wondered what would have happened if I walked that path. One day, I took a picture and found the road between the forests. I walked the road. I think Robert Frost's poem "..