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Under the white clouds and above the green grass, a blue tear reflects the silhouette of ordinary life. Yes, I am not returning home, my face is full of travel dust. Following the guidance of a trace of snow line and the arc drawn by the wings of a goshawk, I hold the heart of grass and trees and encounter a touching experience.
The fragrance of flowers can be ignored, and the clean water washes away the dust. Every soul retreats towards the way it came from, filled with the innate fragrance. In the north of the northwest, the mind is opened by the green wind, which is wider than the vastness, and everything can be tolerated. Loneliness is the most beautiful gesture. On the fortress, take off your fine clothes and be grazed affectionately by loneliness, willingly.
2
Water always resides poetically on the earth in a graceful manner. Involved in agriculture and love, golden grains are used to interpret abundance. Contains a bright smile and collects unparalleled longings. From the eyes to the heart, there is constant flow and horizontal flow. Stones are just embellishments. Beyond the prosperity, simplicity has become inevitable. If we walk deeper into time, every bud will return to its true nature.
The wild grass and flowers are meandering. In June, the lake awakens the poetry of the world, spotless and endless. The wheels crush the heavy soil, and the fragrance of the world flows gurglingly. Every profound encounter is unique. Sailimu Lake, in the form of water, is lifted up by the soil, filters the soil, and lives out itself.
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I, Jingchai, in cloth skirt, run towards you. In order to meet you, I have brushed away the frost and snow of the years on my hair; in my heart, I have smoothed the rough road. My steps are hasty and my arms are full. All gifts have weight. If I am as docile as a lamb, your love will be as clear as spring water.
Running towards you, holding a bag of naan from the Northwest. The fragrance of wheat tempered by this prairie is the soul of water and the soul of earth. The fragrance of wheat kisses the fragrance of flowers, and the marriage of tears and lake water. In this encounter, I saw my own insignificance, and also understood the grandeur of every particle of dust in the world.