The sigh floating in front is the sorrow of the deceased.
Camouflage spring with mirror flower edge, weave lake water with water moon,
Too many high-scoring compositions rely only on falsehood and lies.
Too much abstruse mathematics just lingers in the ivory tower.
I can't help thinking of the sentence "Would you like to talk to the old lady who sells vegetables?"? I want two kilos of cabbage ")
Too much obscure English is just empty thoughts thousands of miles away.
Too much, too much, too much is unnecessary,
Swallow up the time that can't be returned,
Too much, too much, too much is not necessarily unique,
Take the rainbow-colored teenager away.
Three years under the cold window, ten years before the desk,
Forced to be a soldier, forced to draw a sword
The only trajectory, to the Chu-Han border.
who is it? Decided this strange circle?
Unwilling to be willing, complaining without complaining,
Empty reality, incompetent ability
Don't study for study, and don't take exams for exam.
No one can leave the answer calmly,
Such as the Millennium, looking at the sky.
When can the tears in the corner of my eyes arouse the ripples of change?
Who broke this strange circle with a loud drink?