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From the universe, from the sky, from the sacred summit of the East.
You break through the dark clouds with a healthy spirit and bathe the earth with the most dazzling light.
Radiate the light in your heart, melt glaciers, drive away darkness and light your eyes.
Please let the dark clouds wander and let all the green hills be full of sunshine.
From the earth, from the river, from the cradle of human life.
I walked through the thorns of fate to the sun.
With a dusty hoarse voice, deep and loud.
Run on the arc of sunshine, thaw the cold heart and revive the dying heartbeat.
Sitting in the sky like a white cloud, reading all the prosperity and vicissitudes.
I came with the sunshine in May.
Green trees began to flourish and rivers began to be happy.
The colors of life are gradually enriched, and tears and laughter flow into the rolling Yangtze River.
Let the leaves in the wind fly freely in the sun.
Start (a disease)
Wake up the silent mountains, wake up the lingering sleep.
Let life burn into fire and become the fire of the afterlife.
The core of behavior changes from cold to warm, from yin to yang.
And your red smiling face has been dyed red by the west.
This is a season of love.
The sun of life is unstoppable.
Watching the white clouds snuggle up to the blue sky, green hills and rivers until death do us part.
I am like a wild goose flying across the sky to capture the sunshine and vastness of human beings.
Written on: 20 14 05 14 (the real name of water ice in the tide is Zhang Ping)