星期三是中秋节
那天过得不怎么样
晚上，因为隔天要考试
也没有和家人庆祝
再来，也没吃到月饼
哈哈
可能我家偏向西式
所以中秋节，不算是什么
看见天上圆圆亮亮的月亮
想起以前和一位朋友
一起点蜡烛
一起玩耍
一起吃月饼
那些快乐的回忆
时间，不知不觉的过了
回想起童年的日子
还是很怀念
Love Is...
Love is an honesty
About the language of the heart who was revealed
by the strands of the body
About a satiran who exposed knife
Love is sometimes blind,will forget the mind
Doing things that are sometimes absurd
But that's love
Love Is...
Love can turn bitter into sweet, turning dust gold,
cloudy became clear, sick are healed, the prison into
the lake,pain becomes pleasure, and anger into mercy
Love is not teaching us weak, but of power.
Love teaches us not humiliate ourselves,
but breathes bravery.
Love is not discouraging, but uplifting
Love Is...
Love also makes you become a poet
Inscribe her in the heart of the sky
By borrowing the color of the rainbow
To carve hearts content
But Love is a beautiful gift
Grace of the Creator to his people
And let the flavors were languishing in our heart
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