There is no doubt that the poetry of the year

After paying tribute to 70, a: people spend their youth in the afternoon, and the wind and rain years are stained with dust. They struggled on five roads and answered the questions of the post-70s! The lush life is gone forever, and the red bean paste is full of youthful charm ... The new dynasty shines the fleeting time, ... The golden years are stained with pen and ink, the wind, frost, rain and snow cover up the dust, ... The flowers are fragrant, ... The fallen leaves are flying in the air, and the years have printed the time without trace. ..... every season has a change!

With a flick of your finger,

The frosty maple leaves wavered.

The grass is helpless and sad,

Spring, summer, autumn and winter cycle.

The old horse is ambitious,

Sunset can dye the sky red.

Give full play to waste heat and make contributions,

Peach and plum are all over the world.

I am a grain of sand,

Sand blown by the wind,

I accidentally left it behind,

The shadow that slipped between your fingers.

Gently slide through childhood dreams,

I used to walk at a brisk pace,

Floating into this world with a bright smile.

Growing up smelling the fragrance of the earth,

Growing up with the sweet spring,

Breathing the fresh air of nature, living a quiet and comfortable life.

After the twists and turns of the narrow path,

Looking at the blue sky,

Holding white clouds, like a wandering poet, they disappeared.

Kiss the breath of everything on the earth,

Deeply intoxicated by childhood memories,

How incredible, it has reached an unquestionable age.

Speed and passion coexist,

Still quietly intoxicated by the smell of sunshine,

The ups and downs of life quietly let me go step by step.

Walking quietly in the direction of the sun,

The passion of childhood is still rippling, which can't be erased or lost.

Over time, it gradually turned into a beautiful memory.

The rain washes me gently, whether I can always keep that pure beauty.

Lightning flashes all the time, reminding me that I am afraid of addiction and giving me confidence.

Let yourself always remember that there is a responsibility and a force to promote the progress of nature.

Every year has been different since the birth of life.

Especially in this more special year,

My animal year, the year of the rat,

Every year, the Year of the Rat will always appear in large and small ways.

The arrival of the epidemic made us all celebrate the Year of the Rat.

The outbreak of Vulcan is enough to make us unforgettable.

This year is unforgettable, unforgettable and moving.

I hope that after the epidemic, a better life will surely come.

I wish everyone health and safety every day!