Away from the white clouds, a cavity of blood is brewing and gurgling. Castle peak can't cover, life is watertight. Shake off a shock wave on the cliff, and the first attempt will shake off the galaxy nine days away. The brave man stood out from the tight encirclement and his mood was suddenly enlightened.
The rainbow rises, and after the storm, it is more beautiful and moving. Flying down, the years gradually passed, and a river of spring water flowed eastward. A fishing net full of confusion cannot salvage a decent past. Water, going its own way, is lonely because of hard work and fragrant because of cold.
Singing all the way, sunshine all the way, washing away the lead, sometimes riding the wind and waves, raising my muddy sails and building bridges in the deep and deep sea. His life is as gentle as water, as magnificent as water, as clear as water and as real as water.