"Stars" are full of stars-have you ever heard of them in deep blue space? In the silent dim light, they deeply praised each other and said to the young people, "develop yourself!" " Cang Hua and young people say "contribute yourself!" " The deep red fruit said to the young man, "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 Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. White lotus comes out of the water, and sunflower bows its head. Her elegant pride is her own comfort. It is not the rolling waves that create new land, but the tiny sand and thorns in the ground. She said, "Let me stick my head out and use my strength to save you from the prisoner." "The trunk has worn a hard rock and split in two. On March 8, at the well site, listening to the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain-the chilly wind messed up the hair on the horizon-turned around and added a few more lights. Is it a star or a weak grass Be proud, only you have decorated the world generally. Successful flower people only marvel at her present glory! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood of sacrifice. June and September, what lovely spring mornings! Harmonious wind, strong sleeves, quiet mood, small stone! Be strong and be prepared for the waves that push forward and backward! The flowers whispered to those who looked at them, friend, leave me alone! Let me be quiet and open. Your love is my trouble. One, two, five bees are a melting writer. He absorbs different scents from flowers to make his first sweetness. One, two or seven meteors fly out of the sky and may stare for a second. However, this glimmer of light has remained 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 mind. 136 After the storm, the fragrance and color of the flowers have passed, and the value of the flowers hanging silently on the branches depends on the fruit! 138 summer night, cool breeze! 1499 On a moonless Mid-Autumn Festival night, how intriguing is the orchid breath lingering in the depths of the dream! Clear "spring water" disappears through the clouds: plum blossoms in the ice and snow! You take the lead in spring and look at flowers everywhere. With you, two or three pools of ordinary water opened sporadically-the setting sun turned into a golden ocean! Two or four islands! Where are you standing? Countless mountain bees sink to the bottom of the sea, and when the wind blows, snowflakes open-the north wind is gentle, and green is only gentler than the West Lake. You are the little sister of the sea, and Ye Er, which is bright and green, is also like a poem, with a little strong color and strong autumn! The leaves are red! Has Si Sanchun ever spoken, but her great hidden power has been so gentle to the world! In a slightly tired meditation, the string wind of pigeons blows up poetry! In the spring of May 3, I said to the youth from the slightly green grass, "My light is on you, creating your living personality from the cold and dry environment!" ! Swallows come when Liu Hua flies, and swallows go when Lu Hua flies, but they are just as white! The depths of silence are always as red as the flowers in spring. The bigger the spray, the greater the happiness. Self-cultivation flowers have passed silently, and successful fruits will blossom and bear fruit in the light. After the rain, the clothes will splash water on the lotus dish with frogs, and will point out the deep shadow of the slowly flowing river under the rock, pointing to many poems. The Italian cage cover was cut into small paddles and lotus petals in the mid-May 4th movement in the moonlight, and made into a boat-a little soul in the universe was floating gently in the spring sea beside the green water, and several pairs of swimming ducks and their daughters were washing clothes and unfolded a natural picture in front of the poet's donkey. Praise your deepest love! Adventure in bullets comforts new bones 179 bright moon! Completed your sadness! Who is playing the melodious flute across the stream in the silver field?
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