Letter of thanks to the alma mater

The past is like a smoke, the age is still the same, the time of the show, and the ambition. Looking at the moonlight, I am like a boat, and I jumped into the Qing Dynasty, as if..., I used to be a sly, sly, ignorant, stepping into a confused grave. Show:

At that time, Yu Xiu, the wet Yu Xiu, the poetry of the poetry, gently sorrow, without carving, light makeup is always appropriate. There are no eye-catching flowers, no tall and proud trees, only gray soil, plain weeds and ash-like clouds. A little farther away from the fluffy lawn, it is a desolate and lonely building that stands still, surrounded by restless leaves and the hoarse and desperate wreckage. The autumn wind is rustling, the rain is misty, and the sleeping show is soothing; the grass is low and hoarse, the clouds are steaming and dark, and there is no color, a little bit of interest...

Suddenly, thunderstorms fell, irrigating the earth of all things, and awakening the spirit of the gods. From that day on, the spring began to give the color of the show, colorful and colorful charms; the summer began to reward the enthusiasm of the show, the rushing thoughts were pregnant in the meditation; the autumn began to show the poetry, the blushing sunset reflected the lonely sunset; winter Beginning to engrave the Xiuqiu Festival, thousands of feet of ice and snow to train the show tough.

However, my time for the show has gradually gone away, and the age of Yu Xiu has faded, but I have taken root in my mind. The water of memory wets my dry years, and the lonely thoughts introduce me into deeper and deeper silence. When you can't tell the direction, prepare to hide invisibly; when you lose the magic, linger in the world of equal quality; when you are dancing strangely, traveling in the dark night, you will never be alone, because you inherit It is the passion of Yuxiu's ten years, the sway of youth, the precipitation of culture into a beating musical symbol that breaks into your energetic cells, promotes the lazy body, and drives the soul of harmony creation.

Ten years of breeding, educating people immortal. The breeding of the scales is better than the benefit of the people. Do not seek to be born in Sri Lanka, grow longer than the leaves of the roots; do not disturb the pains of mind, the wind and frost of the muscles and muscles, only the moist and silent, silent and silent.

The evening wind is still quietly blowing, and the moonlight is enchanted by the fog. Write to this, put on the pen and meditate, in my mind, Yu Yu awakens the world, Yurun Zhuyuan, 萋萋 embroidered, Xiuwaihuizhong.

This time, Yu Xiu also.