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Poetry that fills the soul with sunshine
The growing mind is not perfect, nor does it pursue perfection, but is natural.

The growing soul, it doesn't ask for anything, it doesn't give up deliberately, and it doesn't have these two red lines, because it's just fate.

The growing mind knows how to be grateful, grateful for what already exists, and forgiving sins.

Growing heart, it knows how to cherish, life is a miracle, just bloom yourself and don't need to go anywhere.

Growing hearts know tolerance. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and we also respect everyone's life. The sacred pursuit is not necessarily closer to the soul than the natural secular life.

With a growing mind, it can accept all the good without drawing its own door. Traveling all over Qian Shan, there are scenery everywhere.

A growing mind can also see through the falsehood of good and evil, and suddenly everything becomes empty, only selfless love lasts forever.

A growing mind just goes with the flow, not desperately. If it is an illusion, who can turn it into reality? If it is a dream, it will always wake up. He is an urchin playing in that dream, and only cares about the joy of playing, but I don't know that he will wake up tomorrow morning.

The growing heart, without warning, has natural sincerity and natural call, and says it from the bottom of my heart.

The growing mind has no god, but it is not arrogant, has no responsibility, and only has enthusiasm.

The growing heart has no teacher, only child-like curiosity and listening, but can't remember anything.

The growing mind has no purpose, only laughter everywhere.

A growing heart has love in it, but it is equal to all people. Seemingly heartless and ungrateful, I am always moved.

The growing mind does not ask for anything, but for a calm without difference.

Growing hearts know that children have different preferences, but they may never use other people's toys.

A growing mind, without avoiding the richness of existence, may perform hundreds of plays, but it does not belong to it.

The growing soul is a bird's trail in the air, but it can't be described in thousands of words.

Maybe you and I are just growing hearts, just like seeds that break through the ground, just seeing the lush forest. But with a fearless heart, we can add greenery.