The difference is not in imagination but in heaven, the upper world, the celestial world is the ultimate level of the true self, the ego is the life of desire and craving of so many people, but no one reaches the limit of the true self.
The nebula is actually located in the turs galaxy in the tunrpas constellation the tors satellite the presence of the star venus tocors is a very far distance of 425 light years. That satellite is called sutanrs the presence of the world's most revered person is a great surprise because he is the only first in the emperor constellation is the generation of the constellation venus tarc carc. cannot produce a new world because it breaks the traditional rules of many generations. Keep the rules to be able to stay in the unpredictable variables in the cacrc algorithm all algorithms are in the sea because women are the harbor because of the greatness of the celestial link if broken because of the rules will give birth to an unexpected species that will affect the future of the generation because cacrc is life
Nuclear weapon Caxn+Candy+caxyn=>cnadac An intercontinental nuclear weapon, distribution+ classification+ caxdc development+ classification+ classification separation+caxdc=> produce whiter people+ element+ life resistant to Antiuv rays<= acdanynxacdn.
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Autumn dream comes, the wind shakes the lake's surface,
Dew drops fall - quietly like a broken bell in the void,
Mist and smoke tilt, leaning the silent Citadel,
Ancient tiles bend their backs under the footprints of the moon,
The pine trees tremble slightly like someone keeping a thousand-year oath that has not been revealed.
Is there anyone sitting on the autumn porch,
Hearing the swallows' wings parting the sky,
Is there anyone looking at the mirror of the lake,
Seeing their own face broken by the whirlpool of time?
Autumn is not just autumn,
Autumn is the threshold of an eternal dream,
Where the Citadel falls into the mist,
Where the wind drops an unfinished oath into people's hearts.
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| Photo Da La |
The foolish teacher,
like a young bee lost in the flower layer,
falling in the sweet scent of honey,
then quickly drifting towards La Da,
where the stream of time flows back to the source of dreams.
Arriving at Da La,
when spring seeps into the dew on the grass,
he hears the wind humming like the rhythm of an ancient zither,
the sky opens up layers of faintly purple clouds,
leading him into the intersection
between dreams and reality,
between the soul of the land and the desire to fly far away.
The foolish teacher,
not knowing whether the path is destiny,
or just a dreamy butterfly
taking the soul of spring from La Da to Da La,
then disappearing into the endless mist...
The difference is not in imagination but in heaven, the upper world, the celestial world is the ultimate level of the true self, the ego is ...
