No exception of staying alone, no exception of relishing the up and down mortal livings in a lamplight, no exception of looking backward – approximately is on the July plateau, the place nearby river, you begin thinking of the flower in far dream; your wings of soul in state of gathering up, it is not fear, but slightly perching. You knew many people had not gone asleep, in other places, they kept watch on similar lamplights; with no exception of feeling desolate, in our first homeland, the pathless Gobi Desert, the heroic road had not become drowsy, in an immortal epic, it was spreading second by second, as same as girl's pure lovesickness, got the back sign of youth left to May, the rainless fine day. In the spiritual homeland, a solid poet accepts certain lead; he knows what all these symbolize; even so, besides, poetry, he does not easily admit telling discovery and vibration

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