The wind and sand are raging and the dust is flying
Sweating like rain, I am stumbling
I can’t look up at the long night
I can hear the sound of bones when I bend down.
Thick calluses evolve into the hardest shells
Beads of sweat break into eight-petal white flesh
My soul and these everywhere 'Life has long been integrated into one'
Facing the cold spring, sowing warm dreams in the desolate land
Wrapped in the autumn wind, watching the green ocean rolling white waves
This is a Clusters of the simplest hope
The branches stretch with all their strength
The flowers refuse the deliberate fragrance
You cannot stand up to the heavens and never belittle yourself
Surrender to the confinement and arrange in rows horizontally and vertically
Resist the suppression and find a new way to let a hundred flowers bloom
This is the helplessness of life
This is the bloom of life
< p>Grown from the palm of my hand - tough and uprightGrown from my eyes - passionate bloom
Grown from my heart - Yingxue Aoshuang
p>Then plant this magical flower into the shape of a musical note
Let the four-petal or five-petal prickly skin be full of energy
The black earth inspires a warm feeling of destiny Light
It is the white expansion that longing gives me in my heart
It can stand out from the flock of chickens and enjoy its beauty quietly
It can be indifferent to the world and wait for the branches and leaves to wither and turn yellow
But My soul is always white and flawless
The content of life must be stretched longer and longer
Because there are still a few hard objects bulging in my plump and soft body
spine
Bury your head deeply in the broad chest of the earth
Greedily suck the soft and juicy nutrients of life
I am also a child raised by this land Yo
Deeply understand a flower of cotton
Blooming thoughts