Urgent for a modern poem about youth persistence, original.

When I was young, I dreamed too much,

I didn't care about what I lost,

I was in pain and swallowed blood,

I was full of enthusiasm,

I rushed forward, I didn't care,

I was suffering.

looking forward to the Ming dynasty, riding the Changfeng,

pointing out the mountains and rivers.

I always think that I can

overcome the difficulties on my own,

I don't need to ask if I am right,

and many others.

In reality, before dreaming,

there are always many obstacles.

In the secular world, under the heavy pressure, there is a lot of helplessness ...

Sighing about life for decades,

How can we afford to squander it?

The sun and the moon turn, spring and summer change,

Time flies.

It's no good complaining.

Stick to it.

Even if you are hurt, your heart is still there.

How can you back down?

Even if you lose, it's a big deal.

Start all over again.

Looking at the future, you have dreams.

Youth is like a song.

If it helps the landlord, please adopt it. Thank you.