我喜欢踏脚车
感觉自由自在
尤其是在大大的草原
一边踏脚车
一边吹风
感觉真好
有时快有时慢
一切的速度都由自己掌控
在城市
我不能踏脚车
因为妈妈说太危险了
车辆很多
但是在乡下
差不多每个人的家里
都有一两辆脚车
乡下人都喜欢踏脚车
上街买菜
又能运动
又能节省车油
一切都很方便
这是我为什么喜欢乡下的生活
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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