The wind starts at the end of the green Ping and dances under the pines and cypresses.
Life is like wind. What a meaningful metaphor.
People have looked for a metaphor for life countless times, but it is not as appropriate as the wind. For a life like wind must have a state of mind like wind. Such as the mood of the wind, or perseverance, or forbearance, or elegant, or open-minded, is always as clear and fresh as the wind.
--I believe that the beautiful heart always has the blood of the wind.
Su Shi, a man like the wind. He has another heart as nimble as the wind. Wind is the spirit of the past, and will not bear the heavy of the secular. But why does the fetters of the world have to imprison the spirit of the wind?! After the Huangzhou poem case, the windy scholar began to fall like a dead leaf that could be controlled by no wind. Walk, walk, the city follows the city. Sushi's heart is at the bottom of the wind. See the breeze on the river, see the bright moon in the mountains, or have a dream of flying crane. How about the wind? Only when you are alone will you visit occasionally. The breeze came slowly, the waves were not happy, and did not touch his heart. At the bottom of the darkest valley, a gust of wind finally came from the end of Qingping in the far-off bottom of his heart, so appropriately stirred his heartstrings. The strings ring. This is not a gentle stir, but so strong, like a crack like four strings a sound ah!
Broken string and broken silk. The majesty of the king is like a rainbow penetrating the dusty heart. Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly.
He rallied. Since then, the free world, the landscape, like a new life, and then from the end of the green Ping, Lingbo micro step, Luo Sox born of the dust lightly.
Heart is like wind, God is like wind, nature is like wind. Come by the wind, and go by the wind, leaving only immortal poems, still shining on the new stage.
Sushi danced in the heart and died in the heart wind. In a thousand years, the wind has danced all over. Only the style of writing is still like his heart. On the ancient stage, it is hovering, dancing and telling.
The T-shaped historical stage is full on the stage and empty under the stage. People come and go in the wind, stay and take away. Passers by and protagonist, group dance and leading dance, all depend on your heart. In the wind of your heart, dance on the stage of full but broad mind! Use the essence of your life, dance the most gorgeous monologue, use your whirling dance to raise a strong wind that can pass through time and space, let him like carving knife, always engrave your soul on the stage of history, and let the wind flow dance and dance out of the world.
&Good wind can help me to go to Qingyun! &Gao Mishan and Gao ego