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as trickling streams, coming from the source, ran away end, extraordinary things through the middle of the jungle, Cease endless years, through the seasons, with its own temperature, or cold or warm , flowing in a succession of ordinary days, days off in the stream of life, or as superficial and insignificant; or, if self-floating duckweed, no foot care. The flow of mood, or clear or cloudy, or fun, or blocking; flowing hearts sticky mess or dirt, blinded confused or Nianhua with incense, a bright People to people to stay, things start things end, things changed, repeated day in the flat, dull in repetition. Or numbness in the flat depression, or in plain fame or fortune, or to chew out the ordinary youth. In plain windless day, or a desire to come hope Fuli exist, the presence there is hope, there is hope bright.When the little pots grow uneven watermelon seedlings, we could be so strange. It is not the original swallow watermelon seeds will grow watermelon? Admittedly, this is only the child's curiosity, all puzzled have followed the footsteps of time to find the right answers.Youth is wonderful, squandered youth is a crime. When once began after ninety young married, when Qingdouchukai 2003 also at the forefront of the times, as we know, has never stopped the pace of youth.We think of myself as a tree. Branches stretching toward the sky, roots headlong into the depths of the earth. High mountains of free competition, no intention to cover someone else's glory. Why was waving an ax, I am with you no injustice Wu Chou! Even the earth without me, countless new branches still upright. The hardest part is tolerant world, the world's most sad thing is jealousy. Rivers and oceans without resentment, spring why curse falls, you have your home, I have my way.Old time, the pace of youth still slowly forward, all are brilliant new record instead. To know the melody of youth, not noble than others, true nobility is in being superior to your previous self.Coming and going, things succeed defeat, was new was old, the years in replacement of the scene, changing colors. Human life time, to an indelible mark, shock Devil May Cry God; or if I aspire to bloom downtown, attracted unsolicited breeze, butterflies fluttering ...... windless day, eager to sway cheerful, flying vast longing, solitude became a tiresome when disaster, plain ordinary, but also people Jiangan tired worried. In windless day, time still not lift like waves, mood swings to dust. At this time, inevitably desire a wind blown dust, dirt, redemption buried heart. A wind like thunder or flash explosion, shake heaven and earth; or as gentle breeze, carrying with fragrant flowers ......However, windless day, still reminding us of scenes years; confined water pond in time, that is losing momentum