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106 The touch of nameless days climbs on my heart, as the green moss climbs Around the old tree. 107 Echo mocks her original voice to prove she is the original. 108 God is ashamed when the rich and powerful boast of his special favor. 109 I cast my own shadow on my path, cause I have a lamp not lit of bright lights. 110 Man walks into the tumultuous crowd in order to drown out his own cry of silence. 111 It is "death" that ends in exhaustion, but "fullness" ends in infinity. 112 The sun wears a plain light suit.But Baiyun wore a splendid skirt. 113 The mountains are like a group of children clamoring, raising their arms, trying to catch the stars in the sky.

114 Although the road is crowded, it is lonely because it is not loved. 115 Authority prides itself on its vices; the yellow leaves that fall and the clouds that float by laugh at it. 116 Today the earth hums to me in the sun, like a woman weaving A language that has been forgotten, humming some ancient songs. 117 Green grass is worthy of the great world in which it grows. 118 Meng is a wife who must talk. Sleep is a silently enduring husband. 119 The night kissed the days that passed away, and whispered softly in the ear: "I am death, and I am your mother." Dear.I will give you a new life. "

120 O night, I feel your beauty, your beauty is like a lovely woman, when she puts When the lights go out.