We make all kinds of choices every day, and thousands of choices add up to determine what kind of person we will eventually become. The followin
We make all kinds of choices every day, and thousands of choices add up to determine what kind of person we will eventually become. The following is a modern poem about choice that I arranged for you. I hope you like it.
My choice of modern poetry: I chose the road. There are many roads in the world.
There are smooth and winding roads.
And I just like this winding road.
Because it is mysterious, it makes me yearn for it.
So I chose this road,
Despite the ridicule of the world.
I resolutely hit the road.
The thorns on the road keep stinging me,
But all I see is the bright red and delicate flowers in front of me.
I will only move forward and will not stop.
When I look back at the road I walked,
Calm and authentic, "no regrets"
I chose the right path, my life is blooming and my soul is blooming.
It turns out that the road can really be stepped out.
As long as you are determined, brave and like it.
Choose friends, what do you love?
This is the clear wave of blue lagoon.
Or the magnificence of the sea.
That is the luxury of peony.
Or elegant daffodils
There are beautiful scenery everywhere in the world.
I still love that clear river.
It has no outstanding achievements.
No * * *
But it's always clear
Never exhausted, never turbid.
Friend, what do you love?
This is the magnanimity of the plain.
Or towering mountains
It is the elegance of autumn chrysanthemum.
Or the fiery heat of Haitang
There are thousands of flowers in the world.
I still love that nameless little flower.
It doesn't smell of roses.
It is not as beautiful as a spring peach.
But it always takes root and sprouts in poor soil.
From early spring to late autumn
Oh, streams, flowers
You don't have any pretensions.
Even less exquisite.
Loyalty is your sentiment.
Simplicity is your character.
Toughness is your personality.
Humility is your virtue.
Being small is what you look like.
Ordinary is your true colors.
I'll be with you.
Quietly flowing
Open quietly
From early spring to late autumn.
Modern Poetry of Choice III: Learn to choose and know how to give up life. There are always many disappointments.
Now it's your turn.
There are always many things.
I don't want to talk about a lot of things.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
But I can't talk about it.
I know that people nowadays
You don't need to be told.
Because in everyone's heart
There is a lot to say.
And I don't want to show my cowardice to others.
So I've been looking for it.
search
The last person who will listen must be yours.
Many things are always lost unconsciously.
Sometimes a careless person will lose it.
We are always so careless and in such a hurry.
Sharp us, contradictory us, confused us
I don't know which side is the real me.
Sometimes you pretend, but you always show your true self.
For the world, for us.
I can only say softly: we are very sad!
Although the living always have regrets, time will always make TA forget.
I don't understand what is true, maybe I don't know anything!
But we should learn to choose and give up. ......
Life is like acting.
Everyone is his own director.
Only those who learn to choose and know how to give up
Win a wonderful life.
Have a broad vision of life
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