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166 Gou Wei always likes to think: the existence of a river is only to supply its water flow. 167 The world kisses me with its pain, and asks for song in return. 168 Is it my soul that wants to go out, or the soul of the world that oppresses me? Knocking on the door of my heart, want to come in? 169 Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows. 170 I dip the bowl of my heart lightly into this silent moment; it is filled with love. 171 Either you are doing work, or you are not. When you have to say, "Let's do something!" then it's time to start messing around.

172 The sunflower is ashamed to regard the nameless flowers as her compatriots. The sun came up, smiled at it, and said, "How are you, my darling?" 173 "Who pushes me forward like fate?" "That's me, striding behind me." 174 Clouds pour water into the river's cup, but they themselves hide in distant mountains. 175 I was walking all the way and water was leaking from my water bottle. Only very, very little water is kept for my home use. 176 The water in the cup is shining; but the water in the sea is black. Xiaoli can use words to make it clear; Dali has only silence.

177 Your smile is the flower of your own field, your talk the pine forest of your own hill Xiao Xiao, but your heart is that woman, the woman we all know. 178 I leave small gifts to those I love--big gifts to all. 179 O woman, you surround the heart of the world with the depth of your tears, as the sea earth. 180 The sun greets me with a smile. The rain, its sad sister, speaks to my heart.