Let me shine at sunset;
Even if the light is not long,
Even at the end of the trunk, night still falls.
Because I'm a flintstone family,
Let me jingle on the iron curtain;
Even if the sparks are sparse and bloody,
Even if the liver and gallbladder are swollen and painful, it is chilly.
The fire finally lit up the black eyes,
The stars finally jump in the red heart;
Just leave the location of the body blank,
The image of the liver and gallbladder is lost in the dust.
-there will be no more blindness and regret in the will;
The gates of hell are highly anticipated!
Poetry 2: When reporters were young, they listened to adults.
Journalists are uncrowned kings.
They write articles with moral wisdom.
They pay attention to world news.
It is also the envy of everyone.
On TV, you are passionate.
A loud voice
Echoes in thousands of households
Concise, sharp-eyed
Penetrating the skins of falsehood, evil and ugliness.
Weave a true, good and beautiful cheongsam
On the social stage, you sing like a horse.
Like a victorious general, galloping on the battlefield
Mystery and magnificence are the glories I wrote for you.
When I grow up, I am full of yearning.
Come to your side
You look like a top.
Tossing and turning in overlapping workplaces for news broadcast.
A hurried pace
Not an interview.
I'm on my way to an interview
Tired figure is often accompanied by starry sky.
Tired?
Many people try to interpret this profession.
You smiled and shook your head.
Dedicate yourself to your dreams.
Reporter,