Paper boat-to mother: I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. 1August 27, 923
After the rain: 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 and carried her skirt, running gently and carefully, but she hoped that she would have such a good autumn!
Night: bright. Heaven: Flowers bloom and fall, birds sing, the spring of life gurgles, and the sun sets slowly, reflecting the afterglow-are you shaking hands with everything? Is it a farewell song? A cool breeze is blowing.
In the light and shadow, the creator of the universe himself walked slowly in the garden. Lord! Did you create them to praise you? Yes, praise him, praise him. He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.