Rule number one: I'm a clown walking a tightrope. I am a clown walking a tightrope.
I'm wearing gorgeous clothes.
Walking on a ruthless blade
A mask full of smiles
Has been invading my face.
Bloody lips
Who would have thought that under the delicate and charming
It is a kind of powerless vicissitudes.
The huge curtain opened.
The sneering boss came to the stage.
Bow, nod, bow
A passerby who can't see his face clearly
Ignore, laugh, play
A group of poodles in the skin of princes and nobles
He was whipped by a whip waving like the wind and ran out.
Trembling through the ring of fire that burned them countless times
Chasing that poor expectation.
A piece of delicious food that will always be kept tightly in the hands of circus artists.
A bait that will always serve as a superior.
A dream that never belongs to it.
I looked at those empty eyes.
I hope to weave my future lies.
Round and round, whip and whip.
Is Satan chasing you?
Or did Jesus promise your future?
The pain is numb.
Patience, no longer resist
Until the train from heaven arrives.
The scarlet curtain closed her eyes.
A pair of clowns with red noses jumped in front of the stage.
Dramatic action
Make faces.
The audience who looked on coldly seemed to have tasted happiness.
Make laughter irrefutably.
A strong sense of security in the soul of a person whose dignity has been betrayed.
I finally understand.
Why do we throw color on our faces?
Dazzling lights hurt the soul.
I silently watched the steel wire being slowly hoisted in the background.
Close your eyes and imagine yourself in the middle.
Take a deep breath and lift your legs.
But I don't know how to step down.
Backward starting point
Soon it will become an abyss.
Front end termination line
A moment later is the starting point of another wire. ...
After the sparse applause.
The curtains were drawn again.
Alas!
I sighed heavily.
It's my turn to go on stage this time.
Chapter 2: Go to the spring of youth and fly gently under the beautiful flowers.
In summer, I hurried by under the rumble of thunder.
Autumn, slowly spent under a bright smile.
In winter, walk slowly under a warm stove.
We also move forward with expectations.
Shanshan walked into the place she had just visited.
Unconsciously came to the territory of youth.
Just broke in.
Without any preparation.
It's like we're in a different place.
There is still a trace of ignorance.
At the risk of getting lost at any time.
Shanshan came in.
Explore the secrets of youth
What is so-called youth?
What exactly is youth?
Youth is dashing on the basketball court.
Youth is a dance studio.
Youth is the sound of books in the teaching building.
What exactly is youth?
Youth is like a bud on the ground.
Growing every day.
But one day, it will die.
What exactly is youth?
Youth is like a beautiful candle.
It burns all the time.
But one day, it will run out.
What exactly is youth?
Youth is more like a bright sun.
It has been in full bloom.
Never put out death
We are integrated with the youth.
We have youth.
Youth is also watching us.
In the shadow of our youth and vitality.
See strong, get sad.
See beauty, get a smile.
Axishun
Give full play to your charm.
I hope that when teenagers get old,
A beautiful day worthy of youth
About poetry:
Among them, poetry is a lyrical literary genre. Mao's Preface to Poetry says: "Poets have their own aspirations. Have ambition in your heart and speak like a poem. " Yan Yu's Poems on Canglang in the Southern Song Dynasty said that "poets chant temperament". There is only one art expressed in words: poetry.
In ancient China, unhappy people were called poems and happy people were called songs. In modern times, they are generally called poems. Poetry expresses social life and people's spiritual world according to certain syllables and rhythms. The origin of poetry can be traced back to ancient times. There are related documents in Yu Shun period. Among them, The Book of Songs is China's first collection of poems, which is said to have been compiled by Confucius. There is still debate on this issue in academic circles. Ancient Chinese poetry experienced the development of Yuefu, Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuanqu in the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties. "History of rites and music": "If you have an indissoluble bond with your relatives, you will come from poetry and Zhong Shi will sing the strings."