In this festival called Ixnextiua, it is said that all the gods are dancing. They dress up as various characters: some dress up as birds and some as insects. So some became hummingbirds, some butterflies, some bees, some flies and some scarabs. Some gods carry a sleeping man on their backs. They say it is a dream.
The decontamination performance of the sun is really strong, and the earth is as bright as new!
Save yourself, hold on to your crutches, and find your lost nature and frankness.
Little goddess of flower season, please don't say "no" to me. Tonight we will go to the quiet depths of the park, but please let me be your young Romeo.
It rained on Sunday, which made me fall into memory. Rain seems to make memories swell like annoying flowers, emitting a bitter and fragrant taste. I remember one night: we were all children, hugging in the garden above the harbor. The rustling azaleas, the fragrance of citrus and the black dress she wore absorbed all the starlight and moonlight; Not a ray of light reflected back, she absorbed all my light in the same way.
We used to flirt and caress on the beach in summer. Your aunt Evy Yenia found it rare to see us stealing kisses in the promenade. Ah, you are not seventeen years old. To me, you are as beautiful as a flower umbrella. Ah, if we can go back to the bright season and watch our first love fly like a happy summer kite, we can't think of the autumn night at that time, at the seaside in summer time.
Love is flogging, kissing scratches the tongue and hollows out the heart; Caress splits the ulcer tissue. Come on, Liebqin, be my slave to Governor Horton tonight. The flick of a rough whip is endless joy. Love can be regardless of color, my little slave; Because white skin and black skin are just different feelings. So at my feet, kneel down and cry for me: even if the tears have dried up, the sadness will not disappear.
Making a declaration is a classic way for impetuous young people to do things. Growing up in a world controlled by parents, young people clearly see all the social disadvantages, but there is nothing they can do. On the contrary, they have to continue to live in a world that they know is stale. This frustration led to their extreme rhetoric, which was either black or white.
For the 20-year-old young man, all elders are enemies in their eyes, all thoughts are questionable, and all great men should be re-judged. History is like a night broken by lights. This is the darkness before dawn, impatient waiting, and today the light has finally come.
Our oldest is 30 years old, so we still have at least 10 years to finish our work. When we are 40 years old, other younger and stronger people will throw us into the dustbin of history, just like invalid manuscripts. We look forward to all this.
We are the last group of people. After us, the world will soon become what we call the modern world, a world that tries to be smarter, a world that belongs to the wise and the advanced ... In other words, a world that belongs to people who doubt everything.
What kind of life do young people want to experience, what kind of things they are eager to try and what kind of things they want to have. Suddenly one day, they began to understand life. By this time, they have swallowed the fruit of distinguishing good from evil on the knowledge tree.
Youth is a lie. Young people are careless for a moment and think too much of many people.