If life cheats you.
Pushkin
& lt 1 & gt；
If life deceives you!
Look at the sails in the distance,
Please live in the present.
Sailboats drifting in the distance will eventually land,
The eagle soaring in the sky,
Always wandering in that area.
Blue sky.
Just like Robinson met Friday,
It's like Holmes meeting Watson.
The spark of life will ignite your smile,
The storm will give you a strong smile.
A beacon of hope!
Let this smile last forever!
Look at that!
The Statue of Liberty is lighting the imprisoned skyfire for the nation that has struggled through;
Listen!
The mother of the exiles,
Call to the world;
Please give your poor tired person to her;
Skaven's lighthouse will last forever.
People who are struggling!
Please look at the motherland,
Look at the people you love,
Look at their footprints.
Even if you are exiled,
Even if betrayed,
Never give up the hope of life!
& lt2 & gt
If life deceives you,
Stop being sad and impatient!
A miserable life is just an episode in life.
Live in the moment.
Without waiting for another life,
Because life is an episode.
Sounds good,
Gentle and lingering,
Very touching.
But lovely people!
Did you get a look at him?
It was someone else's episode,
Belong to other songs.
Don't be sad,
Don't be disappointed,
Please taste it carefully,
Other people's syllables.
How beautiful!
& lt3 & gt
If trouble bothers you
If trouble bothers you
Don't be confused, don't be depressed.
The trouble is only temporary,
Happiness will come soon.
If trouble bothers you
Don't worry, don't worry.
Trouble is only accidental,
Happiness will surely come.
If trouble bothers you
Don't be miserable, don't be upset.
Trouble is only a period,
Happiness is eternal.
The poem of spring
Conte de printemps
One morning in a dense fog
Moistened the birds singing all spring.
Memories soaked in songs come from clever birds.
Hao Han Byrd holds the tears of winter.
Swallows pecked up the spring mud of rainy apricot flowers.
Build your own barriers.
It is a short spring.
It is also inevitable to leave at flowering stage.
Loyalty, Zigui's beauty of vomiting blood.
Condensed into the seeds of double suicide.
Deep in the grave of happiness
Even if it doesn't sprout.
But it also marks a limited life.
What is that? Is it far ... What is that? Is it far? ...
It's autumn wind chasing leaves.
It was the spring rain that washed the green branches.
It is the low footsteps of snow flowing through the window.
Is it a poplar that sighs slightly through the autumn night?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is spray
This is the surging tide.
It's the roar of butch.
Did lightning strike the sky and the ground?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is a neat group of frogs.
This is a monotonous short song of bees.
This is the sound of the city flapping its wings.
Is it the tide of life?
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's the jitter of the eardrum
This is the roar of the waterfall.
It is the sparrow who talks about the morning in surprise.
Is it a sad farewell to dusk in western Western jackdaw?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is the mechanical beating of life.
It's a spark on the anvil
This is the laughter of coal in the fire
Are zinc and copper melting?
What is that? Is it far? ...
What is it? Is it far?
I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...