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Pigeon Bay in the quarry - Marcine, a resident of the district.

The City of the Dead, etc., hung upside down in the quarry.

There are no leaf-mold or weed ponds.

or a series of transparent fish.

Heath-colored suede.

Open like Ancient Egypt.

The fins of the frogs tied my feet, and a teaspoon of the mask I spit on myself.

Put the glass fogging, and thumb-shuck rubber air tube in my mouth and I sit on my stomach.

A temporary amphibian.

Both in the sky.

This is who I am now.

The sun shone under the fifteenth foot, leveled the ground, and then disappeared.

I hung on the last order of daylight.

Breathe the silver ball bearings, while looking for granite square bottoms.

I can swim and look down.

Quietly to what, down stairs and alleys.

Attention in the city.

Let my citizens, in addition to the cost of living provoked.

I looked up. A dog walked away from me.

A dog is swimming, splashing.

Air eggs nested in his fur.

Slick mistake he likes toys.

And the tail of silk blows past like milkweeds.

Licorice tablets for paws.

I sucked it in and made a shape of the kiss.

After that, the surface of the nap is placed.

Mites dancing on both sides.

Here it is, my face looks beautiful.

The sun was suddenly on my back.

Pigeon Valley – Maxine Kunming Quarry.

The dead city, etc., hung upside down in the quarry.

No leaf-mold or pond-weed or a string of clear minnows.

The color of the doeskin place.

Open like ancient Egypt.

Frog fins strapped to my feet, a teaspoon of my own spit in the oxygen mask.

Keep the glass atomized

And thumb-shuck rubber air tubing in my mouth, I will definitely have on my stomach.

A temporary amphibian.

Whatever the sky is doing its work on.

What it does now.

The sun shone on the fifteenth foot.

Never give up.

Never give up, never get discouraged.

Eternal faith, it will make you cope.

The hard times will pass, as always.

With patience, dreams will come true.

Smile and you will come out of the pain.

Believe that the suffering will pass and you will regain your strength.

Never give up.

Never give up hope.

Always be confident.

Because you're always competing.

Strive to transcend time.

Just like them.

Just have patience and perseverance.

Your dreams will come true.

Keep smiling!

You will be able to come out of your pain very quickly.

Understand that everything will be a thing of the past.

You will also be braver.

Haha, translated according to the literal meaning, forgive me for the shortcomings, I hope to see the best translation!

Don't give up easily, don't lose hope.

Always keep your confidence in everything waiting for you to solve.

Time fades away, as it always always does.

With patience, dreams will come true.

So put on a smile and you'll come out of the pain, wait for it to go, and pick yourself up again --- struggle!

Never give up, never despair.

Hold on to the belief that you can overcome.

Tried again and again, persevered.

Perseverance is given, dreams come true.

Smile and deal with it, and the pain is no more.

Believe in the future, the power is in your hands.

Never give up.

Never lose hope.

Always be confident.

It will allow you to handle things successfully.

Difficult times are always going to pass as usual.

It's so full of patience.

Your dreams will come true.

Just keep your smile all the time.

You will be free from your misery and go on.

Clearly understand that the difficulties will eventually pass.

You will be empowered.

Love is like a bush of wild roses.

Friendship is like holly ---

When the rose bush blooms, the holly is dull.

But which blooms longer?

The wild rose bushes in the spring are sweet, and the wild roses that bloom in the summer are fragrant;

But please come again in winter.

Who would think that wild roses are still fragrant?

Now despise the ridiculous wreath of roses.

Decorate you with the glow of holly, even though the middle of winter makes you depressed.

but leave the green of your wreath.

Note: This is a poem by the famous British female writer Emily Bronte. The theme is:

Although love is sweet and fragrant, it is short-lived, and the catastrophe is coming; Although friendship is unpretentious, it lasts forever, and warmth is sent in difficult times. This is my own translation for reference.