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"Life is like a summer flower" - Rabindranath Tagore
I hear echoes, coming from the valley and my heart
With loneliness The sickle harvests the empty soul
Continuously repeating determination and repeating happiness
There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert
I believe in myself
Born like a dazzling summer flower
Never withered and undefeated, able to control demons like fire
Bear the load of heartbeat and the burden of breathing
Enjoy it without getting tired
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I hear music, coming from the moonlight and the carcass
Use extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty
Life is full of intensity and innocence
There are always memories throughout the world
I believe in myself
When I die, I will be like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves
Neither prosperity nor chaos, my posture is like smoke
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clear bones
Mysterious and mysterious
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae
Like a melancholy wind
Through my bleeding veins
The faith that has stood for years
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Even foreseeing separation and meeting another self
But there are some moments that cannot be grasped
If you let yourself wander around, what is gone will never come back
Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way along the way
I often miss some,
I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
Prajnaparamita, one sound after another
Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf
Life, thin and light-off time and time again
Frivolous tireless
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I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart
Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of
Eventually swaying in the desert oasis
I believe I am
Born as the bright summer flowers
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Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome
Bored
Two
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure
There are always memories throughout the earth
I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
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Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle
Occult
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Three
I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief
Four
I believe that all can hear
Even anticipated discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere
Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere
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Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain
Five
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves
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This philosophical poem beautifully and implicitly expresses the author’s outlook on life and world view. Summer flowers are vigorous life
Autumn leaves are sentimental, melancholy, poignant, and quiet. When facing death, facing life and returning to nature, we must let life pass away quietly and peacefully. It does not have to be vigorous, just as quietly as autumn leaves, let alone Feeling sad and scared. All in all, everything happened calmly and naturally. Taiwanese writer Luo Lan once wrote in the essay "Summer Suite": "Summer flowers are different from spring flowers. Summer flowers have strong vitality.
If we say that spring flowers bloom because of the comfort of the wind, , then summer flowers are inspired by the sun. "It is said that "life is like summer flowers" because summer flowers have a gorgeous and prosperous life. They bloom in the sunniest season, like running, jumping, and flying life. Elves, to interpret the splendor of life.