The Stars twinkle-can you ever hear them in the deep blue space? In the dim light of silence, they deeply praised each other for a hundred bright green buds and young people and said, "Develop yourself! "pale flowers and young people say" contribute yourself! "The crimson fruit says to the youth," Sacrifice yourself! "Twenty happy flowers are in the hands of the god of fate, looking for the perfect person. Twenty-four sunflowers admit to those who have never seen the white lotus that they are the best friends. The white lotus is out of the water, and the sunflowers bow their heads. Her graceful pride is her own comfort. It is not the rolling waves that create new land, but the tiny sand and tiny thorns in the ground. She said," Let me stretch out my head with my strength to free you from the prisoners. " "The trunk of the tree has worn out a solid rock and split in two. On March 8th, well field, I listened to the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain-the chilly day wind blew my hair on the horizon-and when I turned around, I added a few more lights. Is it a star or a weak grass? Be proud, only you have generally decorated the world. The successful flower people are only amazed at her current brilliance! However, at the beginning, her buds soaked the tears of struggle and spilled the blood of sacrifice. What a lovely spring morning in June and September! Harmonious wind, strong sleeves, quiet mood, small stones! Be strong and prepare for the waves that push forward and backward! The flowers are low and say to those who look at them, take care of me less, my friend! Let me be quiet and open. Your love is my annoyance. One, two, five bees are a melting writer who sucks different fragrances from flowers to make his original sweetness. One, two, seven meteors fly away from the sky and may stare for a second. However, this glimpse of light has been left in people's hearts for a long time. That star has no light and that flower has no fragrance. At that time, there was no clear sound of your waves in my thoughts. After 136 storms, the flowers' fragrance passed, the colors of the flowers passed, and the value of the flowers hanging silently on the branches depends on the fruit! On the summer night of 138, the cool breeze started! How intriguing is the orchid breath around the depths of the dream soul on a moonless mid-autumn night in 1499! The clear light "Spring Water" is hidden through the clouds: plum blossoms in the snow and ice! You took the lead in spring and looked at the flowers everywhere. With you, two or three ordinary pools of water opened sporadically-after the sunset, it became a sea of gold! Two or four small islands! Where do you stand tall and straight? Countless mountain bees have sunk to the bottom of the sea, and when the wind blows, snow flowers bloom-the north wind is also gentle, and the green is just more gentle than the West Lake. You are the little sister of the sea, and Ye Er, which is three or five bright green, is also like poetry, and the color is a little thick and autumn is deep! The leaves are in red! Did Si Sanchun ever speak, but her great hidden power has been so gentle to the world! In the slightly tired meditation, the string wind of the pigeon blew the poetry! May 3rd Spring said to the youth from the slightly green grass, "My light is on you, and create your living personality from the cold and dry environment!"! Swallows come when Liuhua flies, and they go when Luhua flies, but they are just as white! The deep bottom of the silence is always red as the spring flowers. The bigger the spray, the greater the happiness. The flowers of self-cultivation have passed in silence, and the fruits of success will bear fruit in the light. After the rain, the clothes will be splashed with water drops on the lotus tray with frogs, and the deep shadows of the river slowly under the rock will be pointed out, pointing to many poems. The Italian cage cover was cut into small paddles and lotus petals in the mid-May 4th in the moonlight, and a boat was made-a small soul in the universe was gently floating in the spring sea by the green water, and several pairs of swimming ducks and daughters who were washing clothes unfolded a natural picture in front of the poet's donkey. Praise your deepest love! Adventure in the rain of bullets comforted the new bone 179 bright moon! Finished your sadness! Who plays the melodious flute across the stream in the silvery field
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