Extract 500 words `````` starry spring water.

Author Bing Xin, a star is shining-have you heard of them in the deep blue space? In the silent dim light, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Fourth brother is the first! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell the secrets and worries in your soul clearly and honestly. Ten tender green shoots and young people said, "develop yourself!" " "White flowers and young people say" contribute yourself! " The scarlet fruit and the youth said, "sacrifice yourself!" "Where can I find infinite mystery? After he smiled, before he spoke, it was infinite mystery. Let's fall in love. We are all long-distance travelers with the same destination. The blue wall and sky are boundless-that is, we are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe, with one or five children! You can come to my garden and don't pick my flowers-watch the thorns of roses prick your hands, young man! For the future, carefully draw your present picture, my friend! Why do you say I am "silent"? Some writers in the world do more than just write. Sow your seeds on purpose, and you can find your fruits anytime and anywhere. My heart is like a boat crossing the undulating sea. Twenty happy flowers are looking for the perfect person in the hands of fate. The strings outside the window have touched my heart! How can the sound of trees be infinite in the reverberation? The moonlight is infinite, and where will you go, the two of them, is a hazy death on the day of the month-a haggard fallen flower. The lamp of the soul is bright in silence and extinguished in excitement. Sunflower admits to people who have never met Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. Sunflower bowed her head and died with her slender pride. It is silent to rise up and praise him, but he will rest in peace forever. 26. Mountains and deep seas-cold hearts and warm tears-pity these small people! The Erqi poet is the greatest happiness in the world fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact. Haibo, the hometown of Erqi! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock drop by drop, but now they pounded my heartstrings drop by drop. 29. My friend feels sorry for you. All I can offer is a cold smile. Has 30 years passed like this? Nothing has been achieved except ethereal thoughts! Trinity is the most ungrateful-a person's tears are his harvest, the thorns of roses, the hatred of climbers and her own comfort, mother! Put aside your sadness and let me fall into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. It is not the rolling waves that create new land, but the fine sand below it. Three or five thousand angels will get up and sing praises to the children! In his small body, there is a great soul, and the sun shines through the cracks and tiny thorns, saying, "Come out with my strength and liberate your imprisoned self!" "The trunk came out, and the solid rock split into two stars (2) The author Bing Xin Sanqi artist! Don't the body and the world listen to the thick fog light that the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain passes through the well on March 8-the chilly wind blows the hair on the horizon-and when they turn around, there are more lights on the ground. Is it a star or a lamp, waking up in a few clouds at the foot of the mountain and catching a glimpse of the bright sunrise? You were miserable when you left. How can you see me again now? Forty, my friend! Don't believe that I will make you worry infinitely. I'm just a weak person driven by ideological trend! The night is deep, and my heart will open-the god of a wandering traveler's mind comes unexpectedly. Clouds in the sky and people's thoughts on the ground are imprisoned by facts, which is the root of all pain. Truth lies in the silence of babies, not in the debate of wise men.