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Success or not,
The memory will last forever.
In the beginning,
We held an original dream,
We persisted for it,
Don’t think about anything, < /p>
Don’t ask anything,
Thinking that what you insist on is the truth.
Coming to a new city,
It is the starting point of a dream,
The stubborn night and day,
Forgot the slow growth The waiting,
The shadow under the dark night sky,
It is the beginning of chasing the dream.
Always ignored,
Existence forgotten.
Turn a blind eye in the eyes of others.
You smile to yourself,
Sigh inwardly,
It’s okay, it’s not time to despair yet.
We are all such stubborn girls,
Such girls who will never look back until they hit the wall.
Many years later,
We seemed to have forgotten something,
We also forgot about day and night,
Under the dark street lights
It is confusion and helplessness,
Just standing there quietly,
Smelling the fragrance of flowers,
< p> Suddenly my heart aches.Forgetting dreams,
Time will not stop,
Just like a river rushing endlessly,
Carrying people’s pain and sad.
Come back, my girl,
Don’t be in pain anymore,
Don’t be sad anymore.
This place carries your dreams,
Your persistence and perseverance.
Come back, girl.
Back to Modern Poetry 2
I am an apple that grows on a tree
I did not poison Snow White
I did not seduce Eve
No Woke up Newton
I didn’t dominate the mobile phone
I didn’t dominate the square dance
I didn’t dominate Christmas Eve
I don’t care if the people pick me up or not
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When the time comes, they will all fall out
I am the ear of rice in the field
I have to endure the pain of cutting
No matter how I dodge
The smart farmer always cleans me up
I am a student who has not completed his homework
No matter how nonchalant I pretend to be
Clever The teacher always kicked me out
Made me feel embarrassed
I signed a contract to come to this world
God will not ask for my opinion
Will come to fulfill the contract at any time
I don’t have the ability of Sun Wukong to tear up the contract
Without Dante, Virgil will take him
The situation of traveling through hell and purgatory
There will be no Bidelicai to travel to heaven with me
Today, I have to fulfill the contract
My soul has left the body
Lingering beside the stiff corpse
After performing a simple farewell ceremony
The car took me on a secluded road
Wandering on the road leading to the underworld
p>I will give everything to my name
Although my reputation is so insignificant
My poems will not spread for ten days
In The body completes the final process of the human world
From now on I am a lonely soul in space
My name will bear square flowers in the mausoleum
The Naihe Bridge that comes to the human world ——Ushizaki Head
At this time, there was thunder and lightning and strong winds
A confrontation between the two armies appeared in front of us
The side wearing the red five-star head marched forward bravely
Retreating to the mountain city wearing a blue sky and white sun
A white general riding a white horse from Japan
galloped towards the hearse
and headed toward the front of the car Collided over
This is a rare crossing of the Yin Army
What appeared at this moment was the War of Liberation
Conquering the Battle of Niuqitou
Escape It was the notorious Liu Bingtuan
I was suddenly shocked
The soul ran back to the body
I opened my eyes and looked at the driver dumbfounded
It turned out that he was Soul Escape
I quickly said to him: "Go back quickly! "
As soon as the driver heard this, his soul returned to his body
He opened the door and stumbled away
I hurried to the cab
< p> Driving backI drove back
Back to my beloved earth
The sun will still rise from the east
My world is still full of colorful sunshine. Modern Poetry 3
The winter morning is a bit cold
The scenery along the road is less prosperous
Written in Su The thoughts on the note
Fly out of the window of the heart when blown by the wind
Time. Autumn and winter come on Moshang
The remaining lotuses in the pond In the wind
Carved into the posture of a crane, meditating independently
Who can escape the passage of time, the mortal world locks the heart
My swimming in the fireworks of the secular world
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I can’t erase it at all
The days when the poems were full of love before the flowers and under the moon
The time when longing filled the pages
Can you come into my alone time as promised
The wind is gently shaking the willow branches
The fish is swinging its tail happily in the water
Don’t ask who is in love with whom
With the warmth of love, you won’t feel cold
Can you see in the distance
A window The scorching light is swaying
That’s me waiting for you to come back
*** Appreciate the moonlight in front of the stairs, the flowing fireflies, and the sounds of children
I don’t know how many times the flowers bloomed and how many times they withered
Now I’m wearing a winter cotton-padded jacket again
Are you giving me a surprise this winter
, stand in front of me