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美文佳作（Essay） The power of faith, it grew with a pair of wings. At night, a dark side of the forest, near a small stream, I lie down quietly, through sparsely leaves, moonlight to me, sprinkle into my heart, very clear, very cool. I felt cold, everything was cold, from the soles of my feet to my thighs, from my fingers to my shoulder blades, from the nose to the chest. I was cold. Jian gurgling water flowing, low, its time in the number of chips, I have come to the edge of death, and they stop. Heart, it has a pair of wings. Benedict! Benedict! Benedict! Like a woodpecker, it pecked out my flesh, my fat, the beak in red feathers on the grind, and peck on the chest, like a swallow, like a lark, swiftly went flying, fly to the forest, fly to the vast sky, far away so far, gradually, flying into the misty clouds. Here, there is a skeleton, a pool of blood. The fires of the decade turned these into ashes. It is not without heart. In the blue sky, white clouds in, a crimson bird - heart, swift flying. It is no guaai. However, they are persistent and passionate, with love and hatred. Its flying -- Below: a dense forest; a deep valley. The following is the vast sea; is winding river. It flew over the boundless fields. It flew over the boundless desert. It is no guaai. However, they are persistent and passionate, with love and hatred. It does not forget the love of the world. For the liberation of a clump of grass under the rocks; for a long period of time, peck out the rocks; for a flock of stray lambs will lead a long time to the cave. Apart from size, without distinction, it cherishes the active life; it shields the good soul, but it picks up its own flesh. Bear the wind, carrying sand, fly it endlessly flying. It is no Guaai, however, also do not forget to love the world. It was in the Ganges RIver whitecaps in bath body. It is perched under the Bodhi shoots. It spread its wings in a graceful lotus above, sing a lonely song. It was like a late night sobbing. Like the sigh