I have met too many obstacles and don't want to talk about it. Learn to be patient and not helpless.
There are too many pains and tribulations, so learn to be afraid and tremble, not just wait.
It turns out that stop-and-go youth is just a play, and everyone is planned like a puppet.
It turns out that the flowers in the street will eventually fall out, and the drama of youth is always unexpected.
Take on too much, and your heart is more tired than others.
Knowing too much is unpredictable.
Whose youth is not confused.
We are just our own passers-by, experiencing the grandiosity of our lives.
The urgency of time accelerated the passage of that year.
The passage of time, why bother to pay attention to the sadness of that year.
That memory is a yellowed diary with tears and only regrets.
That past is a indifferent memory, leaving a wound and tasting it yourself.
That future is a dark confusion, afraid to go, afraid of cold heart.
Whose youth is just sunshine, without sadness.
Darkness is silence, killing time.
Waiting is passing away. Recall people's depression
Pain is destruction, heartache and sadness.
Nostalgia is a sin. But I still can't help but miss the past.
This is in vain, why be afraid. But lonely.
This is helpless, how can it hurt. But imagine.
When you are alone in a room, you can always put it down.
Slow street, always involuntarily looking.
The moment when the flowers bloom, it also brings the sadness of withering.
How much wind and rain, no umbrella, wet clothes.
How many stops, lonely around, at the expense of the heart.
Everything has changed, but I don't want to forget.
Everything is broken and hidden in the past. But I always wanted to read it.
Whose youth is smooth sailing in the end, who can always keep the same shallow smile.
Whose zit covers up how many heart injuries.
Whose youth and white hair have what kind of past.
There are also some memories that I don't want to remember.
So pretend, pretend to be strong.
So laugh, laugh wildly.
So don't cry, tears are for yesterday.
So imagination, imagination is stupid.
So don't complain, don't complain too much.
So I want to forget, but I just bury the pain.
Youth is a waste of time.
Money can't buy time.
There are also injuries that time can't swing away.
Look in all directions, look in all directions helplessly.
Who says youth is always exhausted?
Who says youth is always happy?
Who wants to treat youth as suffering?
Who wants to put youth aside?
Whose youth is not confused, I am also imagining, there are too many joys and sorrows, but everything has become imagination.
Whose youth is not confused.
Whose youth is not confused. Modern poems that are not confused by youth II,
Confusion is not your excuse,
You may use confusion as an excuse for your laziness,
You can also make up a cover to avoid certain facts.
Confused, what a word "confused",
Maybe you're really confused,
Chaos is not terrible,
The terrible thing is that you don't have the courage and motivation to face the confusion.
When you are frustrated in your job search,
You're really confused,
Where exactly is your direction?
When you sit in the classroom,
Facing the roll paper with poor scores,
You're also confused,
What exactly does this suit me?
The reason for confusion may only be known to you.
When you are confused, you seek medical advice everywhere.
I want to comfort my broken heart with other people's words,
Or it's a good idea.
But people have different ideas,
Even if you two have the same language,
Even if you two have many hobbies in common,
But you and he (she) are two people,
There is a little connection between two independent entities.
You have to get out of the confusion on your own.
Maybe you want to be lazy at this time,
Using confusion as an excuse,
I'm confused and don't know what to do.
Then you will pay for your laziness.
When you finish the college entrance examination,
The tragic score falls on your heavy heart,
This is your price,
The consequences you should bear,
At this time, you are really confused.
When you graduate from college,
You paid the price because you didn't work hard,
Because I didn't find a decent job,
Still a nerd at home,
You lie in bed in a daze.
Confusion will quietly push your door open,
Lying quietly beside you,
Accompany you silently.
Confusion is actually an excuse,
If you don't work hard,
You should work harder now than before,
This can balance.
Whether you stare at poor grades or stare at you silently,
Or are you lying in bed at home staring at the ceiling,
Why not consider starting and fighting?
Do you have to stay at home and be a confused person?
The ship got lost in the sea,
It's trying to find the lighthouse,
Because that's a sign that it's still alive,
This is the only way to get rid of confusion.
Confusion should not be your excuse,
On the contrary,
Confusion should not be an excuse for young people.
You're young,
You have the capital to struggle.
On the bright side,
Become different, learn to be strong,
Become unstoppable,
Not just ideals,
This is the force against the wind.
On the bright side,
Become unusual,
Changing what you want is not only an ideal,
Is the direction of life.
Our youth is the same,
There is confusion, there is light,
No one can assert that life is life until it comes to an end.
Just try your best to struggle on your own path.
Some people always complain that they are not doing well.
Why is God so unfair to him?
He will be jealous if others live well.
You should reflect,
This is the consequence that you should bear.
Without trying,
Or just superficial,
No need to pay,
Who are you to complain,
You are not qualified to use confusion as an excuse.
For your good life,
Wake up and stop using confusion as an excuse.
Fight!
Your life may change because of your struggle,
Here you are, confused.