Sexual spirit

It's another such morning, the wind is calm, everything is quiet, the quiet morning, the light has already shot, shot in the branches and leaves between such branches, this is the spokesperson of spring, but why are there still dead leaves, oh! Fix your eyes and look at it differently, but the blood-stained red, the red lovely, the lovely beauty, everything seems to have changed, the wind must have accidentally taken them down when it passed, so they shed tears, and they lay there calmly and peacefully, holding the roots tightly, grasping the roots of the earth, the first rays of sunlight in the morning sun shot into its bloody mud, it said what is it, I am back, I am really back, it looks at another sky, that petite and green, that life at the beginning of my heart, that beauty, that truthIn that free country, please send me the legend of the poem. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the world is not perfect, it accepts all the impacts, and still laughs, I don't know what kind of change will happen to my departure one day, whether it is still this perfect beauty, Shima's death, Shima's life, his freedom, his beauty, his love, straightforwardness.

Bleak and unremarkable, and nothing completes the universe, the vast sea, to keep my endless thoughts. However, this is also true. Its love is attached, the attachment of the pursuit of hope in the air-to-air, and then it challenges Crimson, and on the way back to the beginning, it doesn't say anything? Without saying a word, he lay still. Lying still and thinking, this piece of simplicity is like our pure and kind people in and out of this complicated world, walking, walking, tired, and resting, and Shima's forbearance is commendable, and his love and his strength also make us have to admire, perhaps, this makes us like the same as the heart of the home, expectation, pursuit of a sense of heavenly people and a sense of strength, again and again. But the belief in beauty, freedom, and love makes people like us still smile. What I can't see, I can only hear the sound of this pure heart, which is the contention of the birds, and the mud that the leaves hug back in the swirl.

Under the sky

I'm ready to fly

Under the sky

I breathe freely

In the spring

I want to sing

Happy

I am my sky

In this way, the shadow of Shima is not as good as saying, but it is true, the pursuit of truth, goodness, and beauty.

A reality that can be met but cannot be sought, but another kind of perfection is seen, and there will be people who love a strong and enduring lover. Ye'er this is a spring, everything is recovering, so clear sky, that pure place, blue and lovely green and full, blood red magnificence, grasp this root of the remembrance and begin to think about the end of the past, its beautiful and pure soul in this spring when it begins to show its face.

How much is the unapologetic pursuit and nostalgia for truth, freedom, and love, and Shima is so lovely, but with a helpless sigh to find a kind of happiness in the world, the gap is transparent, and everything is happy.

The brilliance in the shadow is still in the same way.

As soon as the wind blew, it brought away the glow of life, and they danced and swayed in the air, showing their most complete side.

There are too many ups and downs in the outside world, but people like Shima who are kind and loving, free, and do not give up on the pursuit of truth are beautiful.

When it looks into the mirror, what does it see?

A self, and that small comfort is already flat, the purity of a pleasant smile, this is a wild expression of his face of all external and internal pressures, a characteristic of Allah's soul that he grasps by itself, he is true and existing. Exist as we do.

Valuable.

In the zone where he crosses the edge of life and death, he will still maintain a cautious posture, and keep himself in such a growing season to blossom and bear fruit------