Say goodbye to those years when I was a windmill in my childhood.
Say goodbye to the warmth on grandpa's knees,
Let the true colors of youth shape a brand-new legend.
All the flapping wings,
Unwilling to be alone,
Let the surging soul,
Burn the cold of the frozen years,
Forget the past,
Forgot to step on today's springboard tomorrow,
Let the voice in my heart,
Exploded under the sky beyond dreams,
Create your own brand-new beliefs,
Let your mind,
Flying with the wind under this sky.
Long hair in the wind is a fluttering flag, which shows life as a poem.
We bid farewell to yesterday, we bid farewell to childhood, began to trouser legs and ran to the coast of youth.
At the end of the road is water, and above it is a boat, which is closely connected with the road. We're going on a long voyage to find a green dream.
childhood
From the day of birth,
I used a colored pen on white paper.
Outline my childhood.
I use pink to add joy;
Enrich your imagination with blue;
Use yellow to express childishness;
Paint dreams in green.
Finally,
I also want to write sadness in black.
I sketched the outline carefree.
Colorful childhood.
Wave and don't go,
That childish childhood,
Time leads me to grow.
I hope the river flows in the opposite direction,
Take me back to the long-lost one
Childhood.
It doesn't matter if the water is heavy. Mother's advice is the supply on the road. The burning blood swelled the sails and blessed me that the ship had set sail.
Meteor,
Always waiting on summer nights,
Waiting for endless years of encounter.
I shouldn't read Andersen's fairy tales,
Tell me about the loss of the little match girl's heart.
Meteor,
Can you really bear a lost soul?
Since then, I have been afraid to watch meteors.
Afraid to see the wrinkles on mom's face,
I dare not look at my father's white luster covering my whole cheek.
Wake up in a nightmare and ask your mother,
Where will the meteor fly?