Chapter 1: On the white ground of the Ice God, there is a kite of its own, and there is no wind at all-[Yang] got up, and as he flew closer, there was still no wind. Looking up, there stands a delicate iceberg in front; On the top of the mountain stood a goddess, unable to see her eyes and clothes clearly, holding a kite in one hand and pointing to the sky in the other-
The sky is dotted with stars like beads-
As soon as I turned around, I was surprised. On the cool steps of the western hills, the moon sets, shining on the trees and shooting on the grass.
Isn't this the circle of light above her head and turned into a thousand rays of light?
Is it true?/You don't say. Is it a dream? I only remember deeply:
This is an iceberg, a goddess, pointing to the sky-
After August 20th, 92 1 year.
I+Christ =?
On the morning of May 18, Madame Foucault came to our school to give a speech. She stood on the stage, holding a piece of paper, which said Simon's ten Christs = Peter's ten Christs =? After I read it, countless ideas suddenly came to my mind. I can hardly hear her. Simon's bravery, filled with the love of Christ, became Peter and became the pillar of Christianity. What effect can you get by infiltrating Christ's love?
Spring has come, flowers are in full bloom, and Ye Er is spreading out, light green and deep red, competing for each other and developing its own characteristics. However, if there is no light shining on him in the world and reflected in the eyes of the world; No matter how bright it is, you can't see it, which is no different from the fallen flowers and leaves. There is light in the world, and roses and dandelions are illuminated by light and reflected in the eyes of the world; However, the colors they contributed were quite different. The degree of comforting feelings is also different. Because roses have their own unique rich gods, and dandelions on the grass are naturally separated from each other.
Christ said: I am the light of the world. He said, while there is light, you should believe in the light and make you children of the light. Yohanna said, "It is the true light that illuminates everyone born in the world." . The world also has its own unique talent, which is displayed in the form of flowers. However, if his talents are not covered by the true light of Christ, then they will be reflected. The result is only silence, gloom, no spirit, no business. It's no different from the walking dead. The light shines all over the world, only care who is willing to follow him and who is willing to be the son of light.
Gong Ying is willing to be a rose, but she can't be a rose. -When was the light off? It's just that the rose has its own unique god of wealth, so when the cage is full of light, it contributes more than other flowers can. Who wants the cage to be covered with real light? Who wants to infiltrate the love of Christ? Who wants to carry forward their unique talents and contribute great achievements to mankind through clear reflection? Please engrave this equation in your mind and always derive the answer to this equation, that is.
I am ten Christ =?
Chapter 2 Good Dreams Since the night of Pacific Boat and Silver Flower World, there has never been a reunited moon.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the ship stopped at a comfortable ice lake. From dusk until late at night, I saw dark clouds gathering and the lake looked gloomy.
It is another 30 days, and the autumn rain is continuous. Forty-five nights have passed in the rain, and I have forgotten the bright moon!
After dinner tonight, she came to see me, even talked about comforting the scenery of the ice field, and even pushed the window-the Woods and grass outside the window were like a layer of frost. The moon is out! Surprised, we put on our coats and went to the lake.
I meandered away from the path and stepped on the wet grass in autumn, soft and silent.
Go down the slope and the lake is at your feet. Her coat covered mine, and we sat down silently, feeling the slight coolness of autumn.
The moon is not very clear. Surrounded by haze, the mountains are greener and the water is whiter. The lake waves are as light as brocade. There are one or two stars twinkling in the distance across the river. Laughter was faintly heard in the middle of the lake. A small boat, carrying two people, drifted slowly from the light fog to the depths of the forest shadow.
Look back at her. She's looking at me, too. In the moonlight, her eyes were painted, her hair was like a dark cloud, and her face was piled with a gentle smile from the East. What a pity! We can only talk in western languages.
She talked about how she carried a lot of flowers home from the wild ten years ago when the morning dew was still at zero. How barefoot? A large group of children are holding hands and dancing on the grass with the softest piano sound. I thought I was a feather fairy when I got to the heights. -How much I like my job. In the summer evening breeze, I flicked a needle on the porch, thinking about the words in the book I just read, full of poetic words, only a smile.
Gradually go deep into it: talk about the liveliness of western girls and the gentleness of oriental girls; When it comes to philosophy and friends, it has caused a long discussion. Indifference to water is our unanimous conclusion. The results are satisfactory, and the deeper your interest, the more readily you talk about the future world and gradually invade current international issues. I looked at her and suddenly lost my courage. She kept scratching her skirt, and her words were very throughput. -But we have told many sad stories, half bright and half dark. The most regrettable thing is the private intention of a temporary international issue! The ideal heaven of love is still far away from us. However, the responsibility for building this paradise lies with us. She lowered her head and said, and I gently took it. There lies the girl who we can understand each other best.
Never heard from again. The thought just now is too heavy, and this faint scenery seems to be unbearable. We all want to break free, but we don't know what to say at the moment.
Decades of related history, tens of millions of people relative. The feeling tonight is actually imposed on both of us-the sadness that can't be expressed in words!
Hundreds of steps away, in a light, cheerful songs rose leisurely, and water came through the forest-we all woke up from our dreams, which is the cheerful and lively spirit of westerners! She smiled and said, I'm relieved!
My heart swelled again. After the second silence, I only heard the sound of the lake stirring slightly and the sound of rubber leaves falling to the ground where the wind passed. I can't say anything more, and I won't say anything more-she suddenly touched my arm gently and said: The happiest time is when I am with my closest friends in the most beautiful environment, but I am silent!
The higher the moon, the cooler the wind. The clothes have been exposed, and we all feel that we can't hold on. -I got up very tired, bypassed the lakeshore and walked up the stairs. A balcony with lights on stood brightly in front of me. She invited me to her upstairs and asked me to leave a message with an album. After asking my name, under the title of happy thoughts, I hesitated a little, then picked up a pen and wrote: sitting by the lake in the moonlight with you!
On the way back alone, there were thin shadows on the ground. The past 120 minutes is like a good dream in my mind.
In fact, I have long wanted to write: unfortunately, I can't write. Once I write it, it won't end. I'm afraid I'm too tired. Besides, you don't understand what's going on. This is a very confusing and profound statement, but some wise people advised me to say:
People with ideas like you, if you don't vent these backlog of ideas, I'm afraid you will become their last words and never say it. I don't know whether they are praising me or teasing me. But it doesn't matter; I began to tell a very secret and clear thing.
Just as the sun loves the little trees outside the door, so does my mother. These two words don't seem to be like this, just a mess of silk. This mess corrected my heart from the beginning; When I touched it lightly, my heart ached and my eyes were sour, but my soul was sweet at that time.
No one in the world can solve this mess, and neither can God. In fact, God is a mess, not even his mother.
My mother Luan Si often says I'm smart, but sometimes she says not to be too smart. If I am too smart, my eyes will grow wings and fly out of the sky. There were only bodies left on the ground, and crows came to eat them, but I thought it was nothing. I'm not the only smart person in the world. Him and him, and him; They are all smart people, and nothing will happen. After a long night's sleep, I woke up the next day, but I wrote many poems saying that I didn't sleep in the middle of the night. Seeing people coming, he took out many books and pretended to read them; People left, but they came to me to repair their shoes.
Their eyes haven't grown wings yet, and crows won't come to eat him. This is the same as Mount Fuji and the Strait of Gibraltar. How ridiculous!
But anyway, I don't want to look at them again. When you want to see them more, they become their souls. Didn't I mention the little tree outside the door just now? It is this small tree that leans towards a stone statue of the house opposite. It seems that the heat reached 200 Baidu overnight and turned into a stone statue. No one believes this, but thousands of years later, people came to take his shadow, but I saw it with my own eyes.
Although my house is short and small, I can see the street as soon as I open the door.
Even the sky is much wider than others. This is the first thing that makes me cry! How can the shoes of the world be so easy to wear? It tied me to a rope all day and pulled it around. But they didn't ask me to make it up. I asked people passing by to make it up. I think teaching them to walk is better than repairing shoes. But if they all know the way, I have no materials to pull over.
No one in the world can write powerful words, and if they do, they will all turn white. I can recognize his handwriting wherever it appears. This is another thing that makes me cry. His words are written in a book, even the pages are uneven. Even with my eyes closed, I know he wrote this. He is a prince, who doesn't know? He was born with a shy and sad look. His mother is Indian, as far as I know. No wonder he is so gentle and white. Only Indians in the world are gentle whites. This is another reason why young trees become stone statues. When his snowmobile with ten wheels, ten white horses and ten white waiters passed by my door, the dust in the street flew in and reported to me one after another! I dare say that no one does not admire and like him, but he is so unreasonable. Maybe his Indian mother taught him. In any case, he always has a deep relationship with Luansi, which makes him shy and sad.
Although he doesn't care about people, he sometimes comes to see me. Is it a pity that I am old and helpless? Are you asking me to mend my shoes? However, he is always barefoot. He always sits in the car and refuses to touch the road of the world. I was natural when he came. Do I like him? However, the line between like and dislike is extremely vague in my mind. Let me think it over. It's like Mount Fuji and the Strait of Gibraltar. It's hard to understand. In a word, it's because my eyes are going to grow wings. He was afraid that crows would eat me and blood would drip on his bare feet. Stay alert to him.
Black, he is more like a dog, maybe a crow, but some people like him. He walked on the road and his shoes were worn out. I can't mend it for him any more. I'm tired of pulling this rope.
If the weather is unpleasant, some people will be very sad and dying. I can't hide this from you. Luan Si once told me. This is another reason why young trees become stone statues.
Sure enough, it was dark, and he didn't talk much, and his eyes would never grow wings. I really look down on him. I have a good impression on him and want to ask him to be a prince for him. And to put it bluntly, he came and went for him. He looked sad when he said this, but he liked it very much. I shuddered and the rope fell to the ground. My lips can't speak, but my heart asks God to forgive him. His death is coming. God, what a mess! Forgive him. Got it! If he understood this again, it wouldn't be what I said bluntly. The Luan bell in his car rang. Why did he run away in the dark? The world is in chaos, and I'm going to cry; Tears are all torn out of chaos, and the world corrects mistakes, which is ridiculous! It's dark again.
Chapter 4: Cosmic Love One morning four years ago, I got up early and sat down by this pool.
Still the green leaves and clear water. The white clouds in the water are still there, and the trees are swaying. I'm the same person as I was four years ago.
These green leaves, but those green leaves were four years ago. Is the water four years ago? The cloud was four years ago, right? Am I still the same as I was four years ago?
They are still Ye Er, Shuier and Yuner, and they are still just Ye Er, Shuier and Yuner four years ago. However, after several times of universal love, they grew, flowed and remained free in a new life.
They are the same as they were four years ago, but they have infiltrated the love of the universe and become new life. But I'm still the same person as I was four years ago.
Four years ago, they only felt silly and lively. Why has it become subtle and solemn now? But I'm still the same person as I was four years ago.
Looking up at the moon, how can you see the moon like water! The same sky and clouds, but also added branches rippling, full moon floating, and a lonely me.
A long wall is like a white line, dragging through the green mountains. In this vast space, neither sunshine nor wind can come and go. Only natural love is infinite. Why distinguish this world from love?
Sitting in front of rolling mountains, towering towers and endless village plains, I can only think with my knees. The morning sun shone on my hair, thinking about the faint wall in the east, how many children didn't come, Bing Zhong who came home early, Uncle Bing who was sick, and my little brother who slept alone under the tree yesterday. How could they be here? ...
192 1 June18th, in Xishan.