The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for the last day, they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Chapter Two: Beautiful Growth and Inspiring Poetry
Although there is no fear of aging.
There is often a faint sadness in my heart.
No longer young, no longer energetic.
In front of everyone, he is already a vicissitudes of life.
Follow the footsteps of life
There is no bright spot in roughness.
There's nothing to find, just wait for death.
Previous dreams, pursuits and hopes
I wonder how much time God can give me.
I don't know when the hand of death will reach out to me
I was born with sediment, and sediment died for sediment.
I think there is no difference between life and death.
Every time I look at snow and silver frost
No tears doesn't mean no feelings.
Shang Ruo is young, cherishes time, and sticks to what?
There may be something unusual about getting old.
Why do you know that time is ruthless when you are old?
Nowadays, no amount of sighing is unnecessary.
If you have it, why not cherish it?
Only when you lose it will you know how precious it is.
Chapter Three: Beautiful Growth and Inspiring Poetry
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: firmly believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: firmly believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: firmly believe in the future.
So I firmly believe in the future.
Is that I firmly believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
We must give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in perseverance.
Young people who firmly believe in defeating death
Believe in the future and love life.
Chapter four: Beautiful growth and inspiring poetry.
Hold fast to your dreams.
Because once the dream is shattered,
Life will be a bird with broken wings.
Never fly again
Hold fast to your dreams.
Because once the dream disappears,
Life is like a wasteland.
Snow and ice cover all year round
Chapter Five: Beautiful Growth and Inspiring Poetry
Youth sings and peach blossoms bloom.
I lay on the roof and watched the clouds fade away.
Show the mirror-like sky
Where you are, so are the flowers.
Time flies.
Skip Qianshan.
When you and I met.
A long time ago.
Meet again
Look at your vicissitudes.
Inadvertent maturity
Turn into a flood of sadness
When you are here, your youth is here.
Like jasmine
Fragrant, calm
Bloom in the present
be in one's prime