My heart room · heart language

Text / Li Yan

Graduation season, each running on its own,go its own way, although the road is one, the home and country are the right way. People should regard the filial piety is the heaven, stand by virtue, run the world with talent and study.

Postscript:

A memory of bloom, a memory of flowers falling. The far away world, after all, is about walking on your own. People are on the journey, and they need to continue to redeem themselves. There won’t be a warm nest when you are tired; there won’t be a spring when you are thirsty; there won’t be a small red clay stove when you are cold. Everyone's heart, there are some occult injuries, waiting to be recovered by time.

Standing and facing the wind, his mountain, his river, the general’s mountains and rivers ten thousand steeds gallop. The general world heavily guarded, but this is another life he served as.

Baiyangdian, a lotus fixed the character and bone, this source, general, do you know? Dust and smoke in the world, have never been contaminated, in the sunset, mist among the reeds, the general’s way back, across the millennium singing, not like you paint a line of ink......