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As the youth passes by spring of the life
10:07 PM, 2008-Oct-9
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As the youth passes by spring of the life The back which gets on the ruler of heaven silently of bright moon of a human relations, looking at submitting to the rule of stealthily, to everything which the ruler of heaven grows quietly under feet. See through the air dimly, the gentle one puts on a layer of tissue for the earth. The groups of stars fall scattered on the horizon, is lining with the bright and clean moonlight, the warm one has slept. The romantic story accompanies and lands at the setting sun on mountain, the memory that has already become at yesterday. The butterfly with different colors dances lightly waving gentle wings of spoiling in face of the rosy dawn. Perspect Piao belong to true nature inside out, in the limpid bright and clean stream, getting green by the weeds that contaminate, the sign of life of falling scattered everywhere, wriggle stupidly. Land in human world like the lovely angel, the step of following spring of youth has come. My heart is with suffused with the green swing leisurely of branch, gentle vibration with spitting the bud of the stamenning in the spring breeze too. I see the unrestrained sunshine of place, stretch out warm hands, the gentle one strokes the small grass which is carrying the sparkling and crystal-clear dewdrop on the back, kiss the child sleeping soundly in her chest like a loving mother. And that spring breeze coming slowly, the gentle pupil which is blowing her. Youthful dancing, has let my heart experience the palpitation of the life for the first time. It is tempestuous that it is not a wave while hitting the cliff, the water huge wave while having directly does not fly and flow. But the silent one flows, such as the murmuring river; The gentle one drops down, such as the trickling sluggishly brook. But can let my heart experience its passion equally, the ones that deepened the bone son are burning hot. The youth is a beautiful song, sing and open the heart that I closed; The youth is a beautiful song, the ones that played me out and hid deeply in heart are burning hot; The youth is a intelligent key even more, open that carabiner getting rusty on my heart door. When I am wrapped up gently by it, my clearly demarcated sense has received a kind of unprecedented vigor the internal pupa is moving, like the flower, surge the spring of life that the gurgle bangs in the tree, has let me feel a kind of mystery. Looking at the azure sky and hawk soaring in the sky, I have realized the true essence of the life vividly, that is that one kind does not have hard fortitude not pressed for. When the youth waves wings to pass by the life, I have felt the spring in the air, having felt that whiff of warm currents of fleeing hither and thither in the body, Xuan touches my heart. As the youth passed by spring of the life, I passed by four seasons in life too. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 1 of 7 } { Next Page } |
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