Language fantasy

Fantasy language fantasy of language When you hold a sentence of ink, when you open the essence of this first song, will you have a little joy?
People have dreams and dreams like flowers. Life is like a dream, a poem is a dream of life, a dream is a fantasy, and a poem is a fantasy of a dream.
"To be a poor man, to go one step further" tells the course of life. Going forward, at first glance, there is a "small bridge flowing water?" There are also "white birds lingering down?" I don't know, because I have seen too much, too much is not a beautiful scenery, so I remember not to say that it is a scenery. "There is a lot of pedestrians in the middle of the river under the sullen turf," is the people's suffering. "The sound is dusty, the West Wind is remnant, and the Han family is mausoleum." It is the sorrow of the people. Even the emperor of the Nine-Five Extreme is inevitably "how many tears are limited to hate, relying on the mast." The rhetoric of words, if deep excavation, fear is also a tearful flow.
"Because I am born, I will be useful, and I will pay back my money." Of course, being a man can't be too arrogant, but you can't lose that pride. Life is full of joy, it is a sentence, but I want to say that life is frustrated. The length of life is out of the stars, far from the river, the key is your attitude. No need for juveniles to look old, only the cloud "will be the top of the mountain, a list of small mountains."
"On the high-rise building, I hope to make the end of the world" is the end of my life in my heart, surrounded by a whole body, not for the sake of life. At this time, you don't have to "poorly in the past and the present, where are you going to spend?" There is no need to "have grown up and hate water and grow east." There is only one sentence: "There is no regret for the clothes, and it is for people to get rid of it." It is the end of life. At this moment, you don't have to feel tears for Yang Hua, you don't have to leave for your friends. Why is the bitter fog missing the building, and the month is fascinating?
Whether it is a success or failure, life is just like the leaves of the wood.
The road of life is the fantasy of language, the dream of poetry, and the words such as the beautiful scenery in the distance attract us to go!
May this fantasy journey be like flying freely...
Postscript: Looking at tomorrow's Wuhang Road, Pinglin is as light as painting.
Author: Yao Guangqi's school: Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province, the second high school Duerbete homemade three-year intervals County

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