Ji Bolun's tears and laughter. . Chinese (⊙). ⊙) urgent ~

I don't want to replace the sadness in my heart with people's joy; I don't want my heartfelt tears to turn into laughter; I hope my life will always be tears and laughter; Tears will purify my soul and make me understand the secret of life and its mystery; Laughter brings me closer to my fellow human beings. This is a sign and symbol of my praise to God. Tears let me express my sadness and regret; Laughter reveals my happiness and joy.

I would rather die in pursuit of my ideal than live in boredom. I hope that in my heart, there is a desire for love and beauty. Because in my opinion, people who are full and have nothing to do are the most unfortunate people, and they are not dead; In my opinion, those who have ambitions, ideals and ambitions are so sweet that they are better than orchestral performance.

As night falls, the flower closes its petals and embraces her longing for sleep; When morning came, she opened her lips and accepted the kiss of the sun. Flower's life is longing and making friends, tears and laughter.

Seawater evaporates, transpires, accumulates into clouds and floats in the air. Clouds fluttered on the mountains and rivers, and when they met the breeze, they cried and fell to the fields. It joins the rivers, returns to the sea, and returns to the embrace of hometown. Cloud's life is separation and reunion, tears and laughter. The same is true of people: they are separated from the lofty spiritual realm and stumble in the material world; Like a cloud, he crossed the sad mountain, crossed the happy plain and met the cold wind of death, so he returned to the starting point; Return to the ocean of love and beauty, return to the Lord.

Second, the song of the waves

I am the lover of the coast. Love brings us close to each other, but air separates us. I came here with the blue sea and Danxia, in order to integrate my silvery white spray with the coast paved with Jinsha; I use my body fluid to cool its heart, so don't get too hot.

In the morning, I made a vow in my lover's ear, so he held me tightly in his arms; At night, I sang a prayer of love, so he kissed me.

I am stubborn by nature and impatient; My wife is very patient, very patient.

When the tide came, I hugged him; When the tide receded, I fell at his feet.

How many times have I danced around mermaids when they emerged from the bottom of the sea and sat on the rocks enjoying the starry sky? How many times, when my lover confided his lovelorn pain to a handsome girl, I sighed with him and helped him to confide his feelings; How many times I drank at the same table with the reef, it didn't move. I laughed with it, and it didn't laugh. How many people I saved from the sea and let them live; How many pearls have I stolen from the bottom of the sea as gifts for beautiful women?

In the dead of night, everything was asleep, but I stayed up all night; Sometimes singing, sometimes sighing. Oh! A sleepless night makes me look haggard. Even though I am full of love, the true meaning of love is sobriety.

This is my life; This is my life's work.

Third, the song of rain

I am a bright silver thread. God sent me down from the sky and naturally took me to decorate Qianshan.

I am a bright pearl, scattered from the crown of the goddess Ashtar, so my daughter stole me in the morning to inlay the green fields.

I cry, but the mountains and rivers are happy; I fell, but the flowers and plants held their heads high, straightened their waist and opened their smiles.

Clouds and fields are lovers, and I am the messenger between them: this one is thirsty, and I will quench it; I was lovesick, so I went to treat it.

Thunder rumbled like a sword, clearing the way for me; A rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my trip. The same is true of earthly life: it begins under the iron hoof of domineering material and ends in the embrace of silent death.

I rose from the lake and soared on the wings of ether. As soon as I saw the beautiful garden, I fell down, kissed the lips of the flowers, embraced the green branches and leaves, and made the vegetation more moist and charming.

In the silence, I tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, so this tapping constituted a kind of music, which lit up those sensitive hearts.

I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. What a cool love it is: it is a sigh in the sea of feelings, a tear in the sky of thoughts, and a smile in the field of mind.

Fourth, beautiful songs.

I am the guide of love, the wine of the spirit and the delicacy of the soul. I am a rose, facing the morning light and opening my heart, so the girl took off my branches, kissed me and put me on her chest.

I am the home of happiness, the source of happiness and the beginning of comfort. I am a smile on a girl's lips. When young people saw me, they suddenly threw their fatigue and distress out of the cloud nine, making their life a stage for beautiful dreams.

I inspire poets, instruct painters and teach musicians.

I am the smiling eyes of children looking back. When my loving mother sees me, she can't help but worship, praise and thank God.

I appeared to Adam through Eve's body, making him like my slave. In front of King Solomon, I turned into a beautiful woman and made him fall in love, which made him become Tessa and a poet.

I smiled at Helen. Troy was in ruins. I crowned Cleopatra, and the Nile Valley became full of songs and laughter, full of vitality.

I am nature, I arrange vicissitudes, I am God, and life and death are my masters.

When I am gentle, I am better than the fragrance of violets; When I was in trouble, I overcame the storm.

People! I am the truth, I am the truth, you have to remember this.

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Verb (abbreviation for verb) Flower Song

I am the language of nature. Naturally, I said it, took it back, hid it in my heart, and said it again. ...

I am a star, falling from the green sky.

I am the daughter of all elements: winter gave birth to me; Spring makes me open; Summer makes me grow; Autumn makes me sleepy.

I am a gift for friends and relatives to communicate; I am the crown of the wedding; I am the last sacrifice of the living to the dead.

In the morning, I face the morning breeze; In the evening, I saw the horse off with me.

I swayed on the Yuan Ye to make the scenery in Yuan Ye more charming; I breathe in the breeze, which makes it fragrant. When I take a nap, thousands of sparkling eyes look at me in the night sky; When I woke up, my big one-eyed eyes stared at me during the day.

I drank the nectar made of morning dew; Listen to the birds spin and sing; I dance and the grass applauds me. I always look up at the sky and am fascinated by the light; I never feel sorry for myself and admire myself. These philosophies are not fully understood by human beings.

Sixth, the song of happiness

I love my lover deeply. I long for him, and he is infatuated with me. However, how unfortunate! There is a third party in this love, which makes me suffer and makes him suffer. The domineering opponent named "Liao" followed us and never left; She is like a poisonous snake, trying to break us up.

I looked for my lover in the wild, by the lake and among the trees, but I couldn't find him. Because the material has fascinated his mind, he was taken into the city and went to the place where he was intoxicated and ran amok.

I looked for him in the temple of knowledge and wisdom, but I couldn't find him, because the material-that vulgar woman had led him into the castle of individualism and made him fall into the quagmire of debauchery.

I looked for him in the contented night, but I couldn't find him, because my rival in love had locked him in a greedy cave, which made him unable to fill the demand.

At dawn, the morning glow was golden. I called him, but he didn't hear me, because the nostalgia for the past made it difficult for him to sleep. At night, everything is silent. When Fang Qun was asleep, I played with him, but he ignored me, because the longing for the future occupied his whole mood.

My lover loves me and pursues me in his works, but he can only find me in the works of the creator. He wants to associate with me in the splendid building built with the bones of the weak, in the golden hill and silver pile; But I can only meet him on the emotional river bank, in the humble hut built by the creator. He wants to kiss me in front of tyrants and executioners; I only let him kiss my lips quietly in pure filaments. He tried his best to find the media to fix us up, but the matchmaker I hired was an honest and selfless job-a beautiful job.

My lover learned to shout from my rival in love. But I will teach him to shed soothing tears from his heart and sigh for self-reliance and Excellence. My lover belongs to me and I belong to him.