Chapter one: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
Dialogue with young people,
The temptation of charm has always been there.
Colorful reverie carries the yearning for the scene,
Hiking in your desire,
Your eyes are my motivation.
Dialogue with young people,
Under which holy tree should I collect your life?
Dialogue with young people,
I will love every inch of time.
In my little-known dream,
Your scenery will always be a lush flag,
Flying is more fascinating than simple rebeccalu.
Dialogue with young people,
Who simplified the dance into lines?
Who condensed this song into a movement?
Your vitality is the brighter and brighter heartbeat in the landscape.
My chest is full of energy.
The source of youth is like a clear spring of life.
From the passion deep in your senses.
How many creators have your bright eyes inspired to climb,
Your color is brighter than the motto of many devotees.
To understand youth, we must start with creation;
It takes a lifetime to experience youth.
Walking on the grassland, who will walk with me under the umbrella of faith?
Feel life,
What could be more interesting than this?
Dialogue with young people,
Flowers cross the wind and rain and become fruits;
Dialogue with young people,
Life experiences ups and downs and reaches eternity.
Chapter two: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
A fine horse on time.
Go straight to the vast night sky
Will the infinite darkness
Once again ignited the fiery youth.
Let the silent night
More colorful
Make a youthful promise to the vast starry sky
Back to the dance floor of time
Shake a strong waist
Put dreams and happiness
Spend money freely.
Meinianhua youth dance
Free and happy writing spring and autumn
This moment I no longer wander.
Enthusiastically
Turn back to youth.
Into a blazing flame
Like a warm spring breeze.
Gently caress three mountains and five mountains
Across the Yangtze River and the Yellow River
Let the land of China
It burns everywhere.
The fire of my youth
till the end of time
Don't worry.
look for an excuse
There are no more tears on your face.
Get rid of all the baggage
be eager ...
The pinnacle of ideal
Chapter III: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
I believe
You love me.
I believe
I love you.
Dear family, I really want to love you.
But anger, blame, guilt, left and right
Friends, how I want to live in harmony with you.
Can be hypocritical and afraid of an attack.
Walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, I found nothing.
Life imprisonment, sinking again and again.
I believe
You love me.
I believe
I love you.
From deviation disorder to numbness
From egoism to confusion
but
Clumsy steps never stop.
Not every demand is reasonable.
Not every explanation makes sense.
you said
Confusion is a growing process.
you said
Losing balance is only part of balance.
you said
Facing yourself is a brave beginning.
you said
In addition to taking responsibility, take responsibility.
I know
Facing the darkness of the soul, you will find hope.
I see
Through the pain of life, you can break the cocoon into a butterfly.
bear one's cross
Tear open the prickly shell
Even if it's dazzling
Also facing the sun.
That tangled knot
Patiently solve it layer by layer.
Accumulated blood
As the roar and tears slowly melt.
warm up
Pain is more important than numbness.
Go through it
Crushed by huge waves is also the beginning of rebirth.
A limp hand
Exercise muscles by repeatedly picking up and putting down.
Swinging heart
After a series of self-challenging climbs, they became more and more determined.
consciousness
In the dream and now, it is more and more clear.
soul
Spiral up in choice and action
I believe
Everyone is going his own way.
I believe
Every moment is an opportunity.
I believe
You love me.
I believe
I love you.
Chapter four: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
A flying pigeon with a heart.
Soar in the blue sky and embrace the white clouds.
Open a window of the soul.
Leak into the warm sunshine, sweet rain and dew
Sing the theme of youth, and the world will no longer be lonely.
The green moss stopped climbing the steps.
The road is no longer rugged.
No more melancholy, no more resentment.
Activate pride, activate life
Let dreams travel through time and space, and let the world burn with passion.
We have no regrets.
There is youth and burning passion.
Chapter five: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
If everything could be done all over again
I want to paint the years on the face of the years.
Even if you can't go back in time.
Leave safely with memories.
If everything could be done all over again
I want to write my own myth with colored pens.
Even if it can't be achieved
We should also guard our dreams and look forward to them.
If everything could be done all over again
I want to shout out the oath of life.
Even if there is no reply.
We should also keep flying in the sea of clouds.
If there is no if
I went there to look for spring
Even if it is no longer equal.
I'm still not the same person.
There is no "if"
Not even anymore
Smash the bubble of fantasy
Make an appointment for the future
Chapter VI: Writing modern poems of youth and inspiration.
night
Light a candle
To give myself a little hope.
Although weak
In the diary
Stop writing those childish words.
because
Clouds in the sky
No longer as naive as childhood.
Give up fresh memories
Just a beautiful choice.
There are not many excuses.
There is not much compulsion.
Between sadness and happiness
probably
In a tired moment
Will be the most primitive state.
uncomfortable
In a lonely space
Shed crystal tears.
Learn to understand and learn to live.
Even if it is the most reluctant decision.
Use the most unique characters
discharge
Belong to your most unique youth.
Believe in the years of growing up
of course
forever
Chapter 7: Writing modern poems of youth and its enlightenment.
Alive,
Live well.
I don't even love myself,
How to learn to undertake a person's dream?
Don't say I have no humanity, I have plenty of blood;
Don't say that I have no ideal, I have a moment of silence.
I don't have the ability to kill all the audience,
But I have the courage to be independent.
Failure is a dream, and ideal is reality.
Silence,
But also abandoned the past;
Sprint,
Failed to tie the ideal.
A person is bumpy,
With an ideal, I learned to love myself.
Panicked, I learned not to give up.
I want to live proudly,
Even if your life is a mess.
I am willing to struggle in the stumbling block of my ideal,
No matter how hard it is ahead,
I want to work hard and fight hard.
I'm just a mortal,
Without heroism,
Without the great love of martyrs.
I'm just too ordinary.
A hard-working, hard-working, lucky, hard-working, bumpy and alive person,
It's that simple. I only have dreams.
My ideal, my simple dream,
Just an ordinary ideal.
I didn't learn to be strong,
That may only belong to the past;
I failed to learn to fail,
Maybe I'm afraid to try.
I'm a coward,
A mortal willing to show weakness,
A mediocre man rotten in his bones.
This is me.
But I have a heart,
A burning heart,
It carries my ideal.
Listen, the gasps of the audience;
At the moment when I was waiting for success,
My dream, my ideal.