Rugged and flat, with many roads.
Distance and speed are different,
It's easy to reach the finish line.
Life is another book,
There are many scenes that are straightforward.
There is a difference between wonderful thickness and thickness.
As soon as the hinges are closed, relatives hurt.
Life is also a pot of soup,
Sweet and sour.
A hodgepodge of thick and thin meat and vegetables,
Everything is empty when you eat to the bottom of the pot.
Life is in a hurry,
Military and civilian singers sometimes dance.
There are many ups and downs in joys and sorrows.
Contacting people is the hardest. 2 Author: Elegant and elegant (there is a website below this poem to copy this author) Life is a river, life is a mountain, life is a tree, and life is a song.
To construct the miracle of life, you can make a good poem.
You once asked me what life is.
I said, life is a river.
Colorful fresh shellfish
Beautiful fish and shrimp
The wind on the dangerous beach
Roll up the waves and sing songs.
You once asked me what life is.
Life is a road, I said.
The joy of dew
Grass anxiety
And the countless ups and downs
Wait silently.
You once asked me what life is.
I said, life is a book.
A chapter of hatred
The beginning and end of love
There are also some tangled fragments
The breeze told me
You once asked me what life is.
I said, life is a song.
A smile is a downward line.
Tears are symbolic dots.
Silence is a dividing line.
And, and, you ask me
Ask too many questions, too many questions.
From early morning to sunset
I sleep on the hillside.
Say, what is a tree like?
I was surprised and inspired by writing again.
Yes, isn't this life?
The green of the tree is alive.
The withered tree died.
Branches make up human limbs.
Roots are the starting point of life.
Leaves fall into the soil.
This is the destination of life.
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