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¡eThe Uniqueness¡f

The graceful lotus flowers display their divine beauty in the pond in summer.  At the corner of the pond, a withering lotus flower performed its remnant glory with pride.  With elegance and grace, the flower erected itself and demonstrated its beauty.

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¡eThe Alternation¡f

The arrival of a new bloom season always attracts the crowd to admire.  In contrast, the bustling street scene turned into tranquillity once the bloom season ends.  The alternation of the bloom seasons reflects the instability and the vicissitudes in life.  It also contains the natural law; extremes meet.

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The colorful pretty dress faded and became worn as the time went by.  She recalled the moment embroidering the dress stitch by stitch in youth. In the memory, the young girl danced gracefully in the festive ceremony.  She danced out the glory of the tribe.  However, the scene faded and the beauty withered with time.  The fatigue figure has walked through the half century, and left her beauty in the memory.

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¡eThe Curved Happiness¡f

Though the hair has turned white, a smile with great satisfaction still shines on her wrinkled face.  She struggled in life and contributed herself to her beloved.  As the years went by, her beautiful curve body has disappeared, and replaced with a hunched back.  The curved line of her hunch back loads with memory, and makes us feel grateful.

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¡eThe Countenance of an Artist¡f

Art creation has become an indispensable habit in life.  With age, the face has turned into a majestic countenance; it consists of wisdom, spirit, and will.  It is the fascination from art.  It excites the artist to overcome the loneliness during the creation, and embrace the sweet joy after breaking through the struggling creative process.  This is an artist I know.  Between art and will, he is perseverant, calm, and soft.

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