Water does not know who gives this clean cement spoon, the shadow of the mountain, the shadow of the tree, the shadow of the blue sky and the white clouds reflected in the crystal mirror. I bought my face, I became these mountains \ tree blue sky and white clouds. When I first stayed, these beautiful images still stand in the space of the Mu, so, a spoonful of clear water poured another illusory red world. I don't know if the splashing water has been amazed in the face of this world, just like a spoonful of water splasted a shadow. Perhaps, like Russell, you will find the eyes of life. The real dust is too exciting, and even the sense of sensory necrosis, how many times, I don't think this is a world of things, and it is a congestion chair everywhere. I am hungry in a color, shouting a voice from the horizon, maybe I can't afford a river in my eyes like Wanted smoke, maybe in my lips, I can't call Qianshan. The spring flowers, but a spoon of water splashled my landscape, why not be a Sisidi, a role in a stage, even a hero. Why do the mirrors look for a scale, to measure the depth of joys and sorrows? The moon became a mirror, a flower became a look, so it became a view, and the shadow was a slave. When a kind of hanging has not woken up, it is my twin brother. I am going to help me. From the transparent world, it is a rebellious shadow to ignite a bonfire, and the years are like the spring flowers. And go. My longitudinal projection is an accident, a horrified, and you means that you will be reflecting me, if your space really allows you to live. , I will fly into a double-wing colorful phoenix, flying into ice and snow petals. Why do you show your spring and autumn, and time from your face, who will taste the spring and autumn months, a forgotten mellation, only I have tears. The legend of the flower has dried up, the month is no longer spinning to the mirror, so you can't show your face, but you have emitted your heart in my dream, and he raises fireworks in my fingers. When I cultivated in a ridiculous heart, I was frustrated, I was always awkward, and I chewed your head. In this life, you have become my soul, one day I will sit into a tree, let you splend into my life, put the pulse of all blood, burning the color of spring, rushing the fall of the fall. What you mean, not Yao Huang Wei Zi's lipopic powder, but the fruit of awakening is a release of life, a weight of life in death! The moon is standing, the moon is clear, and my round window has become a moon. According to me, I also take the month. The sky is dark blue. And my room is immersed in a pool in addition to the type of window. If the sky is a lake, and I am a fish in the lake. What is it breathing? What will it be? Zhou Xu Yue's boost, it will think of it, what kind of hunger is this? At the time, it was sometimes tailored to the hook, which is an endless hook; the cloud always floats my sight, and its floating is inevitable, but it has become an eternal yearning. But what about my fin? Viring over the lost years. Only this kind of gods are in the middle of the thrift, and I am constantly coming to me, I am constantly bus.
