【外研社國才杯短視頻大賽】千古第一才女——李清照

I dreamed of the circuit of the Lotus Pound once and again. I was always mesmerized by the nature beauty. Lovely sunset was reminded from father. Ah, time for rowing back home. Get through, get through. A flow of coffee grids stuttered from the sandbag through. Deep in the courtyard had my memory of swaying. I still wonder what turned me back that day. The fragrance of green plum, or the unexpected guy's tear. If happiness was when we're abiding on fine tea to change the single lateral illusion within all our recollections. With the salutary chrysanthemum bowed in the midst of double night's festival. Also the drive to be held by Milan. The eminence of war put everything in chaos. Difficulties and poverty call for fortitude and courage. Be man of man when you are alive. Be so of so in if you are died. Think of Xiang Yu could not survive. His man was flawed, for him was shite. I was once wondering if there was a begonia that never wilted. That'd be proud and perfect forever. Now I knew, with all troubles and losses, life presents itself in full bloom against any storms. I'd love to be an egret that stood still on the lotus pound, or flies with my fair wings. I'd also love to be a branch of asthma's fragrance, neither in dark rye nor light grain, that gave my own color and name.