| | | | | | | | | 2018/01/12 11:43:58 プライベート♪ | | | Golden lotus flower on luanhe river | |
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The luanhe river water of hada, a cup of milk and gratitude for the love of the world, with a spring breeze to pour out the grassland feeling, I am the luanhe river source of the golden lotus flower.
You are like a snowflake, falling jade, window and window, a smiling face, welcome the fair lady. You are like a drop of water, swaying, crystal clear, dripping in the parents heart Sage 300 support, showing the hope of brilliance.
You are like a boat on the luanhe river, floating in the stream. Your delicate body, the starting line of life is set into the sea, the baptism of the waves.
How many days and nights, the mother's tears drench the skirt, father has you in the heart, your young heart, buried the unyielding spirit.
How many years and months, when you are wandering in the paths of life, fate is driving you to rearrange, you resolutely stand up in the thorns, the song of life into the sound of music.
Congenital cerebral palsy - lets you chew the pain of the world. The exam failed, but the interview just let you break the hope of youth. Sickness, natural disaster, poverty, the death of children, the bitterness of work, the pain of surgery, you silently accept the arrival of bad luck in the low room MD Senses.
You have a firm belief, like the luanhe source of the golden lotus, is so gorgeous, so romantic and heroic. You look up at the sky, the clouds as a ladder, by the holy clippers, forget the mind and body, struggle again and again on the way towards the sunshine, time and patience, time and time again of experience, mainly to never said a word.
Yes, maybe it is the dark oil lamp, maybe the winding path, which opens your heart to happiness, and you can cultivate your own world.
Yes, maybe it is the tears of the parents, the true love of the husband, the courage of your husband, the good people around you, the great love of society, the constant challenge to your destiny. Do not bow, do not surrender, do not regret, never say die.
You hone your will in pain. You say: "the moon is like silver plate/hanging on the horizon/want to climb the ladder... / around the moon/with love... "
You look forward to the future with hope. You say: "distant dream/clear mood/deep inside love".
You fly dream in the green field, you watch the butterflies fluttering among the flowers, you express your feelings in the cross stitch. You realize the true meaning of life HIFU 瘦身.
You go into the ocean of literature, pen like plowshare, and create a beautiful poem. Your verse is a cup of strong coffee, is a beautiful scenery, wandering in the fragrance of the spiritual world, let people linger on, the aftertaste is boundless, passionate.
I love snow in winter, it is a pure picture. I love the wintersweet plum, love its pride and snow, never flinching and tenacious perseverance.
"The corner is a few plum, ling cold alone open. Distant knowledge is not snow, for the fragrance to come."
The poet liu dongmei, you are the wintersweet plum, decorated in the nature of the embrace, turn love into a meter of sunlight, in the coldest moment, bloom in the indifferent world......
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