read " Gitanjali " by Tagore , and his heart was watered.
The almost withered summer flowers are blooming when the winter season is approaching.
, how long has it been since I visited my heart? The truth hidden in my heart is a little bit short of it in the bleak autumn wind, returning to the dust with the fallen leaves.
Listen to songs
The night was very quiet, and the naughty cat also fell asleep.
My heart is filled with gratitude. Tagore, lead me to find that innocence.
You said to me: "Please let me sit next to you and relax for a moment."
It's time, let's sit down. In the silent and boundless moment, I heard your singing.
Talent is your singing voice, kind and warm.
How many songs have you sang for me? From summer to autumn, from winter to spring, you are so happy. You awaken my life's happiness with the song of a year.
I only realized that there are so many songs in this world. Human feelings are sung in songs.
You are a singer, you are my singer, in this unique time for you and me.
I closed my eyes and listened to your songs. Your sincerity touched me again and again. If you give me this sincerest sincerity, how can I bear this sincerity? Is it just because you are not here at this time?
Although I felt a hint of sadness when you left, I clearly knew that it was you who helped me get my happiness back.
is you, which gives me the strength to pick up the happiness in the wind, the happiness in the rain, and the happiness at any time.
The singer left
You say: Order the song.
So, I started to write one song after another. You sing one song after another. You have so many talents, singing is your talent, telling stories is your talent, and happiness is also your talent.
I have really been jealous of you many times. You are really the darling of nature. Your beauty has disappeared in my heart.
The last time, you actually sang the long-lost nursery rhyme "Planting the Sun".
You say, come and sing with me, okay.
I have beautiful wishes to sow the sun when I grow up.
How many times have we sung? I can't remember it any longer. We finally planted that warm sun in each other's hearts.
ends.
You stood up and left, while I fell asleep.
You are singing "All the way to the north", and I hear it in my dream.
so happy you.
I said, I'm always there.
Yes, I'm always there.
Your song will help me find my long-lost happiness. You are my singer, I let go of my selfish desires in my heart and have eternal sincerity for you.
Pure
The life of my life, I will always remain pure.
I wanted to have a clean and tidy residence, so I persuaded my mother to clean up all kinds of old things she had accumulated over the years that she loved at first but later forgot.
When spring comes, we spent a few days cleaning up the room.
The old mother was unhappy and reluctant at first, but after the room changed, she turned into a smile that was too little.
It turns out that we can remain pure at any time. The purity of being a mother's daughter is a gratitude, concern, and feedback to her, and a refusal to her illness and aging.
The purity of being a child’s mother is the blooming of the tree of wisdom overnight, it is the love that children like, and do not impose their own preferences on angel-like children.
Open the heart of maternal love and return to innocence and romance, so that the little child will be happy when he is young, bright when he grows up the most dim, warm when he is sad, comfort when he is lonely, and companion when he is lonely, so that he will have things he likes and people he likes.
The purity of being a mother is to dare to turn the most difficult words to say when you are a girl into the language of your mother to enlighten him.
Friends and sister
I also have friends.
The purity of being a friend is that I have never thought about what I can get from you, I just want to share what I have with you.
Our encounter is not a lucky meeting of Boya and Ziqi, but your life has my understanding, support and help for you. We are honest and never leave us.
I feel joy for you, and I will let go of my once jealous heart for you at any time.
When you first met, you asked me to study with you. When others were the least optimistic about me, you became my friend. No one has ever been happy for my progress and my happiness as you do.
You never walked away when I needed friends the most. I always waited to share your sorrows and joys.
I am your only sister.
You let me know that the purity of being a sister is the understanding, gratitude and incompetence for my sister.
We are different, very different. We are not even in the same home, you have the people you care about and love the most. I also have my most important things and people.
But, sister, I can always hear your call, there will never be unforgivable between us.
Love
No matter what is in the past or present, you are the trickle stream in my heart, and it is you who let me experience the most wonderful emotions in the world.
You flow through my heart, and when you tinkle and tinkle, all our whispers, lingering and gentle whispers are not stained with dust in the kingdom of love.
Love is a smile.
Love is the dimples on the face.
Love is a foolish love word.
Love is a open mind.
is a longing forever in the faint sadness.
Its purity and flawlessness are no determination and no strangers.
We are not prisoners
When I feel all these purity, my heart, through the flowing water, she can hear every emotion.
She can drive away all ugliness and make the flower of love bloom invincible.
is the singer who took off my decorations, and I no longer have the pride of dressing. The purity of my heart makes me live in the hope of meeting you.
I will tell you gently that I have traveled a long way before I got here. I was covered in sweat and my face was covered in dust. Look, when I smiled, there was wind and sand in my teeth.
There is fine dust in the fine lines at the corners of my eyes, and wet soil in my toes. My eyes widened and the dust fell. I lifted one foot to show you, and the mud and sand were clumping.
This is me, dedicated to you, my purity.
In the past, I remembered again and again that you lost me one time. In the past, I have remembered again and again that when we were both food poisoning , you took care of you, and I also took care of you.
In the past, I was sad in my heart:
When I put you first in my heart, you put me in a very far position.
When my heart is pure and loving, I no longer care about everything you have forgotten about me.
Tagore asked:
"Prisoner, tell me who locked you?"
"It's my master," the prisoner replied: "It was meticulously created by myself. I thought my invincible power could capture the world and give myself infinite freedom. I worked day and night, creating this chain with a heavy hammer of fire. When the work was completed, the chain was unbreakable, and I found myself trapped."
We are not prisoners.
I read for you and you sing for me. We are not to lock each other, but to give each other a sincere heart.
Morning Light
I finally smiled.
Night has passed and dawn has arrived. Let me have a good sleep before the sun is born.
I am never afraid of missing you again.
You are here and see me sleeping, please don’t call me. I took great pains to find this true self, so I can't let her run away again.
The morning light suddenly appears.
It follows me and you, we are coming from different directions, approaching lightly without any burden, Chuchen's dew washed away the dust and dirt in the heart.
In this world, I am no longer a stranger to you.
The world embraces me in my arms with the image of my mother.
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