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doothavnd · Wysłany: Śro 15:04, 23 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Biliuhe

I did not name, Khitan people shouted Billy, translated back called River. Han Chinese came to this, Bi Licheng the river's name. BILLY River, Bi Le River, Biliuhe, River, River? Were children or not, go east, on the west [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to the rivers.

people living here for generations. Has been cried so, add a I'm melancholy, I'm lonely, I lost and I vent - Run-Sheng Dai Castle wall, also subvert Ge Zhou [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], leaving fertile dumping million, also wash away terraced rice paddies. Three decades east, west three years, any time I wantonly evil.

go beyond the vicissitudes of life, through wasted, I did not name, who had a note?

eight hundred in the river, from the reality for thousands of years, riding through the war tens of thousands of baptism of Liao and Jin. I, or the simple name - River.

day, scream called me, unless the sea. The footsteps stopped gurgling, into a Jingbo, installed under the mountains, shiny red, blue sky [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], waves of self,

suddenly become so narrow minded vast.

ablation cold winter, summer's start of the rice water, attunement Castle Peak spring tide, disseminated gold of autumn, making a perfect me.

not enough, the home still dressed me.

people want me to paint, dance around the strings of fire, recycling one beautiful piece of pure land to exhaustion, a joy to swim free.

Bid farewell to the mother carrying a half through the ages, need a place to open up there waiting for me. Pull away my body stretched, the mountain gully climbing. Destination at the foot of Great Dalian, Qin Yun every corner.

surging birth of the road, so mansions to the sky touch.

green the white clouds in the inter-city Hiroshige falling, so that agitation of the city of rest. Satisfied that the essence of all things financial, bred to human resources.

Dalian, please pick up the brush the Eurasia continental bridge, Baozhan my endless stream of blood, fill in the Pearl of the North off the page into Chinese.

is not enough. All rivers run into the sea, is not what I am today. Economic body in the fog, the body of the modern city rising, repeat business, Buyun mountain peak fog cloth, set springs into the river and return to their homeland Biliuhe River. Return home beautiful mountains and rivers, where raised me.

is not enough. I will erase the memory of the sea, also went to Dalian, willing to be a grinding Road to the donkey, cycle trek.

This is what I am today - Biliuhe day and night, pouring endless, growing city in the sky, to continuously flowing an ancient song.