The ideal sunshine and water are as charming as a transparent body.
Start with a book and a casual look.
And a bizarre story, obscure and unknown reasons.
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When the snow melts, the songs of birds in the sky will not stop.
The clear spring on the other side of the mountain is still a touch of youth.
It responds to the call of human mind with green water.
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The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and water body.
Then the perception of handstand and graphics are connected like stories.
Another story continues, forming a person's body and world.
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When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift away with the wind.
Let the fearless spirits of the earth play a sacred and lasting movement.
Let the acacia and enlightenment that go deep into fate point straight ahead.
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The ideal sunshine is hidden in the blue and profound meaning of water.
It goes from far to near, from near to far.
Nonsense close to truth and illusion, and greed of dreams and conscience
Moved by forgotten or ignorant eyes again and again.
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All those love words must also be brought by ideals.
About life's perception of sunlight, thoughts lurking in the soul
Like this spring, what should we do with the old saying?
Touching and reading with the hand of the soul can make that lasting emotion
Plain confusion passes through the dreamland of clouds, and then it suddenly becomes clear.
1, nostalgia in early spring
Nostalgia in early spring
Arouse the dreamy aura of the former residence
In March, a flock of pigeons flew over the clouds.
Spilled it all over the place.
Vegetation sprouting at home has extended to the distance.
The noise of birds has disappeared.
Look at that little light.
Still wandering in the village below the mountain.
How can a cup of spring tea hold colorful flowers?
As if nothing had happened, crisp songs always floated in.
Open the arc diagram facing the wings.
Ye Huang blurted out nonsense.
It has always been a reversal without saying anything.
2. The fleeting wind
A brief wind
Yamawai
Be stirred up by the sound of the rain that followed.
The jungle with smiling faces everywhere.
Silence in the rain and fog
It's raining
Excited lips open from this.
Collect affectionate eyes and gods again and again
Any root permeates the real land.
Rain, you perishable water
Time is always your accomplice.
It will clear up after the rain.
Who can read your inner meaning?
3, the footsteps of the night
Footsteps at night
Come in a hurry from the dim window
After a burst of dizziness
Give birth to an indifferent expression
On the warm desk and chair
Covered with white paper and lights
Strolling in the promenade of the season
Some deep feelings
It gurgled out like a spring.
In the bed where I stayed in spring.
tranquil night
Whose breath?
Warm and lonely pillow.
Whose hand?
Touch a trembling heart
Whose dream?
Will also wait silently in the confession at night.
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Don't say you are still a child.
Stop being naughty.
Don't write everything on your face.
Don't treat wolves as heroes.
Don't treat stupidity as kindness.
Don't lead a naive life forever.
-Stay in the dream
Don't say you are a grass.
Don't tremble
Don't say you can't grow a big tree.
Don't say that the storm will destroy you.
Don't say that your fragile heart is slowly turning yellow.
Don't say that spring is not.
-Because you're here.
Don't say you are a cow.
Don't be silent.
Don't always farm.
Don't always go the same way.
Don't chew all the time.
Swallowed grass
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Don't say you are the earth.
Stop tolerating
Don't let evil enter the body.
Don't let hatred become a mountain.
Don't let tears flow into the ocean.
Don't let rotten bacteria
-also let you rot.
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Don't say you are a lock.
Don't open the grave
Don't lock the door tomorrow
Don't look around.
Don't let rust put yourself
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