decade
Short and long
Use hardship as iron
Humiliation turns to steel.
Zhu Ni
Wash you with tears
A soul devoted to hard work
Inherit the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon.
The Soft Soul of Ningshan River and Lake and Sea
Ten years of cold and hot spring and autumn
Until it glows cold.
sheath
Like a Dapeng spreading its wings and soaring.
Soar high into the air
Like the sunrise at dawn.
Fight the enemy
If the waves beat against the coast, they will set off waves.
Triumph; vozvrashchenie s pobedoy
Like the glory of the hero's return
sweep
Turbidity of heaven and earth
recover
Everything is high.
Your birth
Win the world's attention
You have been silent for ten years.
In exchange for today's shocking glory.
A stagnant pool-a stagnant/lifeless state
Somewhere in this world, there is a lake.
The water in this lake has stagnated for many years.
It is said that this place is not a lake, but a stream.
We don't know the specific direction of this stream, only need to know that it once walked happily on a certain land in this world, singing and greeting its neighbors. In those days, I was very happy. It never knows what sadness is, and it never worries.
Someone once asked him where he was going, but he just laughed and didn't answer. It has a place to go and a place to rest. After such a long walk and so many places, no matter who you are, you want to have a good rest and relax. In fact, its goal is the ocean. At least it thinks that the road it is taking now can lead to the sea.
But, like many other stories. We need one for our story, too, but.
But that road doesn't lead to the sea. It's actually a dangerous place. This stream doesn't know it. Still full of yearning for happiness, heading for the distance. Finally, I saw it, and the stream struggled forward.
There was a loud "wow".
That's not the sea, but you can see the sea here because it's a cliff.
The stream turned into a waterfall. Beautiful waterfalls.
Because I ran too fast, I smashed a big pit under the cliff. So, it became the lake now.
Since then, the water in the lake has never flowed.
Because its heart is dead. Isn't its heart the heart of a stream?
The once happy stream has now turned into a stagnant pool.
Is it really dead? Actually, no, it's just that it always thought it was dead.
It didn't see the green grass on the shore, the colorful flowers, the birds singing in the distant trees, or even the fish swimming freely.
Is there any way to make a stream alive?
No, no one can help it except itself.
It needs to learn to grow and give up something. You have to give up something when you grow up.
After death, I will be born.
Now you can be resurrected.
Unforgettable feeling
In order to give Hepkert a heart, Hepkert broke the line.
Only tears * * * flower burial, who is sad?
This relationship is not over, and this meaning is unforgettable.
Please don't stubbornly say leave.
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When I first met you, I was a catkin floating in the wind, floating alone in the vast sea of nets.
It is you who open your warm palm and accept my swaying heart.
You sent me an oasis with a pure heart, let my lonely heart grow green buds, like a ray of morning light, wake up the source of happiness, let me quietly show my quiet beauty and contain poetic meaning.
Remember when we held hands? Pink cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky because of our fate.
Shadow red curved smile, let my sky blue from now on.
Elegant eyes, clear as water, make my eyes full of all love.
I said, I am a happy flying butterfly, and you are a flowing and fragrant song of Yao dream.
In a beautiful and warm home, dancing with sleeves rolled up, singing and dancing, it's fun.
You write your way in a hidden place, and I give your heart the same fragrance.
I sing my butterfly flying and you play your lyre melody.
In every dependent day, those sweet sorrows we share together,
We share those painful blues,
Those colorful poems are encouraged by us together.
Let's put on those clothes with embroidered hearts.
That flower, that grass, that mountain, that water, and my concern, have you, now, forgotten them all?
Or, cruel, leave me on the side of the road?
Then, dear, the back of your departure will be the injury of my life.
If you see my crying chapter broken, or stubbornly decide to leave, well, please give me a cliff abyss, and I will jump down and wait for you at the equator of reincarnation with our memories, and then pass me by.
On the same day in Qian Shan, all the waters were doomed.
These things, often in the dead of night, I will recall them one by one and cherish them carefully.
In the fertilized egg in my heart, I have never gone far and never forgotten it.
What about you? Will those memories really fade away?
Or, you have been staring around, looking for wings lost because of your mood.
Once again, fly with me.
PS:
I didn't have time to tell you about that short flight, which made you feel infinite melancholy and caused you a little misunderstanding.
Then, I am willing to stand in the wind for you and call you back.
If I can't wait for your news, I will disappear with your departure.
keep silence
keep silence
Some past events collapsed with the earth wall.
Lying at night, moaning
My eyes ate a grain of dust and coughed up bright red.
A cricket jumped on his shoulder, and it was bleak everywhere.
Dig a grave with a spade and bury all the languages.
Aphasia patients never cry.
keep silence
A bird looked flustered and hid in the canopy.
Just escaped from natural enemies. shake
The bad luck of life sneaked into my bedroom, in
My pillow is staring at me.
Close your eyes and your heart will fall asleep.
What should come, just before awakening.
keep silence
Wandering in the most intimate corner of the dark night
I am indifferent to your phone. A tear
Ring the green flag. The smell of the sea gave me away.
Pull away.
Starlight, promenade, maple shadow, footprints
When all is silent, one hand walks through the black forest.
Take the lost lamb home.
keep silence
Cut the surface of the cloud
Who is the murderer behind this? lonely
Jathyapple and a pair of eyes at the scene of the accident.
After the noise, it disappeared. It's very cold in autumn.
Some people miss, others wake up from their dreams.
Close your heart and start singing softly.
Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine