source of aura
source of Light is the source of life It fills our world with colors Light is the spark of wisdom It illuminates our thoughts in the dark aura
Light is the source of life It fills our world with colors Light is the spark of wisdom It illuminates our thoughts in the dark
Light is the signal of hope It keeps our hearts from losing courage Light is the direction of dreams It makes our steps keep moving forward
Light is the tenderness of love It warms our souls with each other Light is the bond of friendship It makes our hands hold each other
Light is the symbol of beauty It makes our eyes appreciate everything Light is the inspiration of art It makes our creation infinitely wonderful
Light is our companion It accompanies us through every day Light is our goal It guides us to pursue higher realms
Let us be grateful for the existence of light Let us cherish the gift of light Let us spread the spirit of light Let us become the messengers of light
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qingyuan wu
I cover various genres and styles, including science fiction, fantasy, history, mystery, romance, etc. I have a deep insight and criticism of the real society, as well as a broad vision and exploration of the future world
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