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Went to the Liuyang River, across the bright lights, plunged into the river in the night. To the autumn, the moon was so bright, don't feel a bit cold. Surrounded by a light to dark clouds in wound around her, if it is the day that the clouds are so light and white, this is how Teng Ko Erh. Unfortunately, the day I have no time to watch the clouds, only the busy work trivial NuHart. The river is not light, but the moon, the reflected light and sparkling eyes, so do not think then black, a hazy beauty, and by twos and threes are so leisurely walk NuHart , to start a solo run me a sense of security unlimited. Although the night mist, I also not beautiful moonlight, also not every love cardamom, but what if the vision is not good, took me to do the young girl or a multimillionaire NuHart, I do things offensive to God and reason not wronged, and leisurely and zero people give me relief and security. I don't hold on to sportswear for twenty dollars and a bunch of keys, if someone robbed, obediently served, and said: in fact, I'm better than you miserable, you take me as a disciple. And people with petty heart faint in long beach on the go, think quietly. In front of a few, a few people back, don't close to me, nor I am far away from, whether they have the same feelings and I NuHart, whether they have the same feeling with me? Under the bright moon in the sky, we, are fixed in the South breeze moon pictures there, make a picture of it, after thousands of years, maybe someone can read me the light and clear. A few years ago the repair is very strong, firm and generous, can not slow to build scenery with instructions for use, the bed, covered with deep reed, swing once in the summer wind of colorful, rustling, let a person think of large reed Lake momentum. Late autumn, early in the morning, a few egrets along the riverbed and low and goofy, just for breakfast, the dream of the posture, the shadows, delude one to folly: an afterlife I also bird, good luck becomes an egret in the landscape, in the clouds fly, in the river with Zhu Chun, breakfast, and the perfect elegant temperament deductive. Egret obsessed with me half a month later, with the weather continued cold and several days of rain disappeared from the river, they went to the warm south environmental-protection, fly in another landscape, leave me a hint of sadness and sorrow, egrets gone for ever, and white clouds. The poet in the thousands of years ago in the melancholy and passed to me today. I like the poet's melancholy, in the river, in the moonlight, only such a moment, my heart so pure, not the irritability, can think of the poem, can want to give me a poem like mood the past. |
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