Forgive yourself,
Call it salty gaze,
Because in the heart dwells childhood,
Unwilling to grow,
Regardless of ice and snow, wind and frost.
Deceive yourself,
Do not brag about it,
Lock the evil in the cell.
Even if it is wrong a thousand times,
It's not a measure.
unbelief?
Leave your heart drying in the sun!
Don't look at the moral suit,
Drink Xionghuang at the Dragon Boat Festival.
The more evil you are,
Crowning;
The dirtier it gets,
Tune the door to the sound of the mountain.
Success is the desire of youth,
It's a middle-aged sigh,
It's twilight neighbors.
Maybe I still wander from time to time,
Then congratulations!
Kindness never leaves the atrium.
Maybe it's still mediocre,
The soul has not yet gone to hell.
Life is not easy,
Why bother with the heart?
Separate the body from the mind,
Let the heart go to the prairie,
Let the eyes see the flowers and leaves green.
The heart of the trek is not bound,
There is a lot of joy in the body
There are aspiring thorns and thorns!
Maybe still ragged,
Who said that there was no red face;
Maybe it's still muddy,
Who said they hadn't tried the Red Dust Ride.
The heart does not sink,
There is no body begging.
Time flies
Put your heart in the sun,
I'd love to!
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