I am a natural beauty, and my name resounds through thousands of miles. All beings are fascinated by my beauty, and I feel sorry for the prince charming in my dream.
The flying angel hasn't appeared for a long time, and I can't stand the endless waiting. As soon as spring is over, I will fade. How can I not want to be presumptuous! The fire of my inner passion was ignited by Sasm. With my pretty face, Abraham twisted my soul. Fortunately, Venus' will kept my chastity, but Chesia's pursuit made me more beautiful and charming!
Finally, a salty pig tried to take me away, but Satan's faith taught me never to give up. Be a sword in the chest! Dirty blood spilled all over the floor,
The devil finally returned to hell. I pray that Prince Charming will never abandon me!
God, is beauty a sin, too? Why are you so greedy for my beauty and want to take me away by any means? My prince! Please redeem me with miracles; Otherwise, I can only go to hell with full of sadness! Because I can't stand it in this world of mortals!
How I want to plug in the wings of ether and fly to your hometown! But the reality is too cruel, my tears have already dried up, and the compass of fate has locked me. At this moment, I only have this lovesickness and dirty body. Dear, see you in the next life. ...
What is love in the world? Teach people to live and die together ...
Song of the Grass I am a careless grass, as unknown as dust. If you look down, you will find me beside you.
The spring breeze in March is blowing slowly, and I playfully stretch out a little green head from the embrace of Mother Earth, so thin.
So petite, but I am not afraid of the cold and dance happily against the spring breeze.
In the park, my friends and I were lying on the ground laughing, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and we couldn't help but sigh: "Ah! How wonderful the world is! " Yes, although we will all turn yellow sooner or later, it should be good to enjoy the things around us in a limited life.
On the roadside, although I am filthy every day, I can eat enough carbon dioxide every day. Shouldn't this day be enough?
The autumn wind blows hard in July. I'm going to put on a dark yellow coat, dance with the autumn wind and play an autumn movement.
A few months of freedom is short but long, but next year I will be free again and play everything!
I am the white spray of Tianhe, and the water vapor rising on the ground condenses into me, so I am used to decorate the graceful nature.
I am a lively carp, and the Weaver wove me with silver thread, so the Queen Mother inlaid the blue sky with me.
When I am sad, tears flow like silver lines, but the river is celebrating;
When I was happy, the bright sunshine filled the earth, and the flowers and plants held their heads high and waved to me with a smile.
I am a born magician, and I often change various shapes to please people. After a while, it will become a dragon, moving freely in the sky; After a while, he became an eagle, soaring in the sky. The children on the ground pointed at me and smiled happily. I was very proud.
This is my job, my life.
Song of fog
I was so close to you when you opened the window in the morning. I kissed your face and fingers, like a veil,
You are all around, but your eyes are just clouds of light gray gauze, which can't be pulled open or torn, and they are all lost.
Confusion, such as the real thing.
You told me that because of me, this crowded world suddenly became open; You said to me, because of me, suddenly looking back,
The man was not in the dim light, so he put down his yearning for the morning and evening; You told me you'd be grateful for me.
The most fascinating thing in the world. ......
Although I am not as spectacular as the vast snow you see, I am not as lingering as the drizzle you have felt.
I'm gentle and simple, aren't I? Every time I appear in front of you, I always wrap myself in that thin white gauze.
Your body never paints rouge, nor does it paint the mirror yellow. You said that when I left, I would always leave you depressed and confused.
If rain is the soul of nature, then I am the god in charge of this soul!
Song of sand
Don't look at how small we are, don't look at how weak we are. When we are in storm warning, we will show our true colors.
We are not like snow, we are not sticky like snow, we are not cold like snow, and we are not weak like snow. We only have bones as hard as iron, only a quiet face and only a passionate heart to pursue our ideals. We are eager for the storm, only it can make our bodies stronger, only it can make our hearts eager for challenges burn, and generate shines infinitely!
We are not like rain, we are not procrastinating like rain, and we are not affectionate like rain. We were born without these, we only have dreams of standing in the shadow of swords and swords, and we only have a strong desire to challenge our limits!
When the storm came, the earth was silent and everything in the world trembled. But we are still trying to shout: "The wind is coming!" Wind, come on! "I only heard a sarcastic voice around me:" You are so stupid! There is a storm coming, and you are still shouting there. I don't know if you should hide! "Hum, you timid, insignificant guy, only know to drag out an ignoble existence! What is life without pursuit and storm-just a pinch of dust!
At this time, the storm answered our call, it began to howl, and we roared with it; It rotates in the sky, and we follow it to rotate, condense and sublimate! In the turbulent storm, we saw a new world, a world that only we can see. This is the reward that nature gives to the brave. Oh, how dazzling, how brilliant!
When the storm subsided, the earth calmed down again and we fell asleep. We continue to wait, and we continue to wait for more and more rampant storms.
We are not small, we are not weak. Chasing the storm! This is our advice to all living things.