How many desks have I buried day and night, once in the gold medal list.
It's like trapping birds back to nature and letting the sea soar.
Three friends and two friends get together, and the bitterness of the past fills the chest.
It is said that a leisurely university trip is the beginning of my road.
Firecrackers resounded through the sky, and relatives and passers-by exchanged salt.
A man is full of ambition and won't go back to his hometown without a gold suit.
Tall buildings soar into the sky, and ancient and modern books are poor.
At the beginning, new dreams took off, blood poured into my chest, and my spirit was brand-new.
Pingming is different from the dream, adding new worries and obscurity.
Noisy and bustling, confusing, loneliness is a hero.
Fireflies reflect snow cones on bones, like a pointer to urge you to read.
In the morning, dew shines and willows hang down on the river.
Reading is the most beautiful time, and the sound of the book is loud and dry.
Plum blossoms are fragrant and cold, and Ling Yunzhi.
An old friend and servant came to his school and spoke frankly about his ambition.
I don't think about the future when the moon sets in August 1 day.
Is it a common fish in the pool? A rough sea.
The ugly duckling can eventually become a swan, only perseverance.
Note: "Plain and bright" in the poem, that is, just before dawn, refers to college life in reality, as opposed to "dream".
The last sentence of the poem uses Andersen's fairy tales.