Work hard, for the life you want, for the wind and the moon today.

　　Original poems and dreams every day, don't pass me by again.

　　People with hope, like the stars in the sky, will never be lonely. -"Star Travels"

　　Text/sea area on one side

　　That night, on lang.

　　We raised the wine-red glass bottle.

　　Raisins and peanuts

　　Crisp collision dotted with empty context

　　-

　　That night, the wind was light.

　　We follow the sea in each other's eyes

　　Beach and sail shadow

　　Talking about Haizi's warmth facing the sea

　　-

　　That night was poetic.

　　We crossed the spine of Shanhaijing.

　　Mountains and rivers

　　Looking for the source of the three rivers flowing in the blood

　　-

　　That night, it was a long time

　　We emancipate our minds from the fossil of cognition.

　　Freedom and belief

　　Burning the secular ugliness of the 21st century.

　　-

　　That night, it was very thick

　　We associate love with the ferry of souls.

　　Love and be loved

　　But there is no way to define the obsession that clouds float in Wan Li.

　　-

　　That night, it was very thin

　　We drank the moonlight and talked about life.

　　About life and death

　　It's just a flower talk that the snow laughs off.

　　-

　　That night

　　Breathing is sweet to you.

　　You said, give you a piece of sky and grassland

　　We walked into the spring flowers together.

　　Let's go out with hope every day. If it doesn't work out, we'll take hope home, have a rest and continue to take it out tomorrow.-Zhu De

　　Text/Qinghu condensate rain

　　The wind that stole my heart is far away.

　　The clouds that drenched my clothes kept drifting away.

　　I miss the night in Laga, and my world is tender because of you.

　　Just use Ge Sang to commemorate our brief encounter.

　　Try to forget the river we walked together.

　　So far, so close, but shy.

　　-

　　Sing the song of missing, empty and leisurely.

　　Jumping into the pot of love turned out to be sorrow.

　　Staring thousands of times, just for your figure carved into your eyes.

　　If you are the moon reflecting the rivers and mountains of Saida

　　I will be a star to decorate Qinghai Lake.

　　So far, so close, attached to you.

　　One day, we will all be memories of others, so try our best to make it beautiful. -Shunji Iwai's Love Letter

　　Wen/Xiu Gu Confucian (Shandong)

　　On summer nights, fireflies flap their wings and fly.

　　Walk assiduously on the way to visit

　　-

　　The firefly's hospitality touched the moon.

　　The moon is from the first day to the fifteenth day.

　　From a cheapskate to a generous god.

　　Clean up the moon's light little by little.

　　-

　　The attentions of fireflies touched the stars.

　　The stars move out of the roster and name them one by one.

　　All the stars stood out.

　　Show off your most beautiful appearance in the summer night sky

　　-

　　The cicada was moved by the attentions of fireflies.

　　Cicada's skill has been reserved for more than three years.

　　Sing one song after another.

　　The blushing face proved that she was the hottest singer tonight.

　　-

　　The attentions of fireflies touched the half-acre lotus pond.

　　You see, the lotus fairy is still meditating in the dead of night.

　　The frog prince's little drum is still beating.

　　Lotus leaves playfully pushed a drop of dew into the water.

　　The fish caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman was taken aback ...

　　Because you want to be a flower, you feel that spring leaves you; If you are in spring, you will never leave, and there will always be flowers. -Gu Cheng

　　Text/single sword

　　Once, my childhood dream

　　Just like fireflies flying at night

　　Have a pair of flying wings

　　Carrying the light like a small lantern.

　　On a dark night

　　Fly freely

　　-

　　this is a

　　Irrelevant decision

　　much less

　　Ambitious volume

　　Although this pair

　　Wings that only males have.

　　The weight of night and temptation

　　Far from hope and imagination.

　　Can be measured

　　-

　　besides

　　As for what fireflies look like.

　　You can completely through hope and imagination.

　　In the little light at night

　　Seek release

　　Everyone is lonely. In our life, it is not rare to meet love and sex, but it is rare to meet understanding. -Liao Yimei's "Soft"

　　Text/sea reef

　　Life is not a state.

　　But from the attitude in my heart.

　　We keep starting and ending.

　　All for the sake of stumbling

　　Embrace a better self

　　-

　　Missed distance

　　Sometimes it's far away

　　It seems that I can't reach it.

　　Sometimes it's close

　　You can cross it in one step

　　-

　　The cut slowly scabbed.

　　The heavy rain washed away the dust all the way

　　I didn't understand until I walked.

　　Set out for a better return.

　　-

　　Different speeds in the journey

　　To feel your own rhythm.

　　We long for the distance.

　　But eventually returned to the finish line.

　　We are anxious far away.

　　But I've been on the road

　　-

　　We don't belong in this road.

　　And along the way,

　　All belong to us.

　　I dreamed that a flower seller told me empty-handed: "People must feel happy before they can see roses." -Li Birthday

　　Text/thousand winds

　　I really want to go back to the past

　　Go back to meeting you

　　Look into your eyes again.

　　That rich poetic feeling

　　-

　　I really want to go back to the past

　　Go back to looking at each other with you

　　No more dodging

　　But walking towards you

　　-

　　I really want to go back to the past

　　Go back to the last time you left

　　Put your fuzzy back

　　Burn in the memory of youth

　　All good things contain some lazy ingredients, just like milk lying on the grass covered with sunshine. -Nietzsche

　　Text/people-oriented

　　I walked quietly through the world

　　Hear and see

　　Time is getting old inadvertently.

　　-

　　Hemerocallis are swaying.

　　The last tenacity

　　Fictitious crumbling warmth.

　　-

　　Let the sun shine in the sky.

　　Sweat is getting less and less.

　　There is only one new bud

　　Healing alone in the sun

　　Both enthusiasm and withering are bright.

　　-

　　A lonely fruit

　　Still standing on an impenetrable height

　　As the last remnant leaf

　　Stubbornly glowing with nostalgia.

　　-

　　Keep company with the wind and cloud

　　All the trees

　　Are children with dreams.

　　In the pure sky

　　Examine life.

　　-

　　My heart is like a cloud

　　Watching a hibiscus flower

　　With a loving heart

　　Will hope to reverse

　　Along a road, towards the distant.

　　You should remember those people who silently hugged you in the dark, who made you laugh, who chatted with you all night, who came to see you by car, who took you wandering around and said that they missed you. It is these people who make up the warmth in your life. It is these warmth that keeps you away from the haze. It is these warmth that makes you a kind person. -Haruki Murakami

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