Never learn rock climbing, Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you;
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
Not just a dangerous mountain,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
No, these are not enough.
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clinging to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves and lightning;
We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;
It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here.
love
Not only love your strong body,
I love your stand, too.
The land under your feet.
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On Love/the Sword of Scholars
I am a lonely vine.
This is a stone shivering in the cold wind.
This is a fish swimming under the ice.
It is a lamp staring in the dark.
I am a humble cottage in the country.
This is a bonfire burning on the grass roots.
It's a piece of thin grass on the roadside in the country.
It's a dream you passed by.
I am a pair of blue eyes.
It is the rain crying quietly outside the eyes.
It's a cloud that dries tears after rain.
It's the warm sunshine behind the clouds.
I am a tree you met along the way.
It's a cicada that has been in singing in the trees.
It's a flower waiting silently behind cicada.
It is the soil that flowers kiss when they die.
Oh, lover.
I am a busy ant in front of your door.
It's a line of words arranged silently in your book
It's the jingling wind chime on your window.
It's the shadow you immediately cast when you lean against the railing.
Or that
Just a glass of water.
Full of fragrance at the beginning.
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As long as you have been in love once.
If we never met.
Maybe the mood will never be heavy.
If you really miss it,
I'm afraid life will not be easy.
A look
Enough for the heart to cross the hurricane.
On barren land
Learn more about the scenery
long journey
This is enough to make a weak heart haggard.
Every time I look at Qiu Shui,
I wish I could cry.
How can death not be leisurely?
How can love be indifferent?
As long as you have been in love once.
It's a life without regrets.
(Wang Guozhen)
Love Poem
Love comes from God.
Love is God.
Love is worshipping the true god.
God loves his brother.
Love is to contact the whole Germany.
Love glorifies God and benefits people.
Love is the glory of the Lord's name
Love is to love others as yourself.
Love is patience.
Love is not easy to get angry.
Love is kind.
Love is never jealous.
Love is never boasting
Love is never arrogant.
Love does not do shy things.
Love does not seek its own benefits.
Love is not evil.
Does love like injustice?
Love is all-encompassing.
Love only likes truth.
Love is believing everything.
Love is looking forward to everything.
Love is patience with everything.
Love never fails.
Love is the sanctity of the soul.
Love is honesty.
Love is a hunger for justice.
Love is mutual trust.
Love should not be false.
There is no fear in love.
Love can conquer sin.
The command is always love.
amen
A traveler's song
Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.
Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
A grateful heart
I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility?
Where I come from, where I belong, and who will call me in the next moment.
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world.
How much love and tears I still have, God knows I won't give up.
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself.
Grateful heart, thank you, I will cherish it like flowers bloom and fall.
A seriously ill Weiyuan child, struggling on the verge of life and death, was lucky to meet a good-hearted Lanzhou stranger. Over the past nine years, she has helped her again and again and pulled the child back from the hands of death, but she refused to reveal her name.