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fire

The fiery youth is burning with a warm passion, giving Zhou Zao a trace of warmth on a silver and snowy day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is short-lived, hungry and hungry to suck air. It's fresh, it's fragrant, it's a quiet orchid, and it's hard to be in a state of mind. After the sun sets, it burns. All emotions come to naught, and at this moment they dissolve in the heavens and the earth.

What is it, what is there, and what else can it be—

Pulsating life began to burn, and from this moment all life stranded away, swinging wildly and indulgently. Erupting in frenzy, incomprehensibly incomprehensible in his heart. The body is constantly nurturing, as if it is about to explode at any moment. The bright breath kept peeling off the life to let it out all its energy, and peeling off the youth to exchange its ability for its own song of life.

The tongue flame kept soaring, trying to go up from the beginning. It seems to be like a dark night. It rushed forward with what little passion it had left, turning it into the driving force deep in its heart. Nothing, just to want to shine a light somewhere.

The ice and snow melt the dry forest, the lonely space, the silence of the night pressure, only hear its fiery life, give warmth, give the sweet and lonely earth, wandering hollowly, only this fire will burn beyond the test to burn their youth in the world, without regret to put their own light and heat into this land. Use the spirit of heaven and earth to transform yourself with power, and play a symphony harmoniously with sonorous life.

Sometimes there is heroism, sometimes there is sadness, sometimes there is passion, sometimes there is surging, sometimes there is sorrow, there is Xiaoxiao;

Sometimes there is joy, sometimes there is joy, sometimes there is depression, sometimes there is leaning, sometimes there is sadness, and there is stealing.

My words, my words.

A life without sound and music, with a bit of vitality, with its own rhythm to make a happy sound, although peeling off emotion, it is still the same.

The fire burns unwillingly, just for the promise of life at the beginning, only for the wonderful time and place when life arrives, enjoy the happiness of life, enjoy the endless joys and sorrows, and enjoy the pleasure of burning, just for this, this life——。

Burning life, I don't know when it will end, but, only this time is enough, no one can continue the maze of the clock dripping in all directions, have one and have many, each life is different, start to set off regardless of the season, only once, and then beat endlessly. Colorful and gorgeous.

Who can see in the vast universe that no matter where it burns, there is only one word "love", emotionally passionate with the direction of dreams, burning their youth, how to stand in the sky, earth, and people, beating youth seems to have wings, and use all the strength of the whole body to jump higher and fight farther.

Just because of a promise, the story of the birch forest, the promise after the whispering, just this piece, ignited his own promise, although there is pain, what is it. No, that only proves that I am a person with life, emotion, love and hate. People, what is. I don't understand. But with a fiery passion. Having this passion is enough.

During the day, the night burns. In the dark night, there is oppression in the surrounding land, and it is blown up in one's arms, and no matter where it comes from, it will be oneself, and no matter where it goes, it will have - life. Maybe before the dawn comes, it will be extinguished. But it accomplishes its mission.

I exist, I re.

The burning life is flying, and the youth is composing the chapter of "love", playing the voice of ordinary people, and the breadth of going great.

With the enthusiasm of fire, the life of burning fire, jumping on their own feelings began to flicker at this time, shining with heaven and earth, crushing youth in the dark night, and bursting out of the brilliance of life.

I love, I have.