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16 I sat by the window this morning, the "world" stayed for a while like a passerby, He nodded to me and walked away. 17 These slight (wind thoughts) are the rustling of green leaves; they are in my heart, joyful whispering. 18 You can't see your truth, all you see is your shadow. 19 Lord, how foolish are my desires, they clamor in thy song. Let me just listen. 20 I can't choose the best. is the best choice for me. twenty one Those who carry lamps on their backs cast their shadows before them. twenty two My existence is a permanent miracle of so-called life.

twenty three "We, rustling leaves, have voices to answer the storm, but who are you, then so silent? " "I am but a flower." twenty four Rest is to work as the eyelid is to the eye. 25 Man is a newborn child, and his power is the power to grow. 26 God wants us to reward him with the flowers he sends us, not with the sun and land. 27 Light is like a naked child, happily playing among the green leaves, he does not know that people is deceitful. 28 O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. 29 My heart beats her waves on the shores of the world and writes with tears

With her inscription: "I love you." 30 "Yue'er, what are you waiting for?" "To pay homage to the sun for whom I must make way."