The stars are shining and the sky is deep blue. Have you ever heard them talk to each other?
In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other.
These things are endless memories.
In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on my mother's lap.
"My heart, like a boat, has crossed the sea of ups and downs of time.
When you appreciate the flowers in the corner, the world becomes smaller.
The solitary sail on the edge of the sunset has unconsciously completed the picture of nature.
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The green treetops are shining with golden light, and the square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are as happy as immortals in the water.
I stepped on the water hard, and the splash was high.
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!" He just ran away!
He patted his wet mud trousers and said, "Shit-shit!"
But his red, beaming face exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister pursed two short pigtails and followed her muddy trousers closely.
She bit her lip, lifted her skirt and ran gently and carefully.
If only I had such a good throwing method!
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The flower of success, people only envy her present brilliance!
However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle.
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere. Green shoots,
Green Bud said to the youth, "Develop yourself!" "
Pale flowers, and the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " "
The crimson fruit said to the youth, "sacrifice yourself!" "
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Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
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The paste will run out, leaving only a circle of shadows.
The branch was hurt, leaving only a few groans.
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.