Ancient poetry or modern poetry?
Senior year of high school
The dream of Class 242
Took the baton,
Silent silence,
Inherited from the predecessors The sigh left behind,
repeat yesterday's promise.
While walking, I felt that the road was too far.
The bright light in front of the window announced the loneliness of tonight.
The morning breeze of tomorrow,
Gently take away this loss.
Thinking of the distant inn,
A calm heart rewrites the omissions of life,
The years inject youthful vitality,
The cold The world became unusually mild overnight.
No longer watch the birds flying in the sky in silence,
Happy harvest due to enthusiasm,
The mission given by youth,
< p>Rediscovering yourself on the stage of Fuzhong.Embark on the express train to the college entrance examination,
Colorful clouds compose the story of youth,
Answer a test paper of life,
There are eternal hymns in the blue sky.
Although we will choose the fate of separation in the end,
Your image becomes a beautiful song,
The footprints walking in the rain,
Forever drifting in the heart river of memory.
Starry Night ()
Many small holes in the sky
The melancholy flows out from outer space
The Big Dipper is scattered in the wilderness
Like a broken pearl
Southern Cross twisted its body
Burning with deformed pain
I don’t know if it is because of the starlight at night
It was still because of the starry night
All falls
are accompanied by broken shoulder blades
The traces of ancestors are faintly visible on the ground Blood
We no longer feel fear in our hearts
Who has any evidence that what illuminates the ancients
is the pale moon with a belly tonight
When the shooting star passes by
You don’t have to make a wish
Because
Today will never be unreal
The starry night is full of cloth
It covers the earth but misses the human heart
The fire in the heart is not extinguished
The dream horse quietly approaches
With the horse
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Why worry about not being able to escape the night
Especially the horse made of dreams
The cloth made of people
Pursuit
We run
We search
We lose our names and wander
Call like the wind
The world can forget us
The future will remember us
The river does not move
The heart is racing
The dim street lights free up time
< p>The sea breeze changes the faceThick milk is like fog if the heart loses its sensitivity
The sun is in the distance and we have to chase it
Shi Cangshu Zui Mo Tang Su Shi
p>Literacy is the beginning of worries in life, but it’s okay to memorize names roughly.
Why use cursive writing to praise your speed, while opening the book in a sluggish way makes people sad.
Every time I taste something good, I laugh to myself. How can you be cured if you have this disease?
I say that there is happiness in it, and it is no different from a leisurely journey.