My heart room · heart language
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/ 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......