Sail,

Wandering in the mess, waiting in the noise, burning the sadness wasted by time and pouring down the frustration of the road. I once lingered in my dream. Boundless ancient roads, vast seas, boundless deserts and vast grasslands. The flute is melodious, the piano is mournful, the sword spirit is heroic, and the knife wind is sharp. Night, cool. There is my helpless sight of swimming. Lingering my dream of wandering in the ancient road, echoing the sadness wasted by time. Feel the cold and warm, sigh the vicissitudes. During the bomb command, the time of 19 years was like running water, which was fleeting. A person on the road of time, or walk alone, or leisurely wandering, or fantasy, or care for yourself. However, even if the road is difficult, it is doomed to move forward, even if the waves are rough, it is also doomed to set sail. The sound of fengxiao makes you wake up at night. The ice and snow can melt, and the noise and chaos can also restore peace. Wind, to wander; Eagle, to fly; Sail, to set sail. The ends of the Earth, the ends of the Earth, towards the dream place, voyage. Wind and waves touch the lonely soul. Rain and snow, telling sad whispers. Since then, I have been living in the cold wind, wandering in the vast sea and swaying my dreams alone in the waves. On the small sail, I have a passionate dream. In my sweet dream, I have the sail to place my dream. During the journey, there is my small stage, which may seem humble or have no luster, but I can find the lost dream. The sail is destined to set sail. On my sail, write down the joys and sorrows of my own process. No need to be amazing, no need to move, slowly drive to the other shore from a distance, carrying magnanimity, holding love, comforting the lonely heart in the world. The wind and cloud are in our generation. Don’t say that I am so arrogant that I want to take a sword and cut the jingmang crazily. The bird is not my intention, don’t hesitate about it, and let the swan goose chase me, dreams fly into dreams. Praise on July 27th, 2009 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanishing in spring

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