No matter how painful it is,
Grit your teeth,
Hold your head high as usual;
Men, have courage,
No matter how difficult the road is,
As long as you are invincible,
Still stand out from the crowd;
Men, with backbone,
Nothing for nothing.
Only by self-reliance can we live a wonderful life.
Being a man is expensive, because people are not poor;
Men, be responsible,
There is a sky overhead,
Set foot on one side of the earth,
Glorious mission;
Men, be patient,
A little thing,
Don't haggle over every ounce,
Life is precious in tolerance;
Men, have faith,
Too many explanations,
It will only get worse,
Communicate with each other;
Men, be bloody,
Dare to fight,
Try boldly,
It will only make you more and more brave;
Men, be wise,
Pull out the seedling and encourage it, wait,
Just blind and futile,
Experience will only be more calm;
Man, be domineering,
Watching the sky from a well is just a mediocre opinion.
Foresight is the wind of a gentleman,
Men should strive for self-improvement and go forward bravely.
Modern poetry may be a coincidence for man 2.
It has been doomed for thousands of years.
Men should smoke.
Just like women do with cosmetics.
There is always a feeling that I can't give up.
Between throughput and flight.
Inspire, heal wounds and relieve stress.
Increase self-confidence and banish personality
Fate that drives people forward.
Often appear at the right time.
devote/dedicate/give oneself to
Summon up men's courage and arouse men's emotions.
Revive the buried feelings
Hou Yu
Die tired in silence.
This is a man's life, Sail.
Make men feel safe, dependent and powerful.
Never give up even if it is harmful to your health.
Or addictive, or accidental.
Burn yourself in a man's life
Whip that man, move on, move on.
Even if occasionally degenerate.
Start over in the ashes and welcome a new life.
So, there is love and hate.
We still support it.
In every fall of life.
Enjoy quietly, think quietly, and settle quietly.
A person's life course
Follow your extinguished and rekindled message and walk around.
Enjoy the drama of your own life.
Modern Poetry on Man 3 He is the land and he is the ridge.
He is a lingering old man.
That kind voice has gone away from me.
When he was a child, the temperature of his palm.
It's my lullaby.
He is a vine, a green branch that grows upward.
He has always been a small man.
Even on the distant horizon, it lurks
I live a simple life.
When he is old, his arms
Will be the vertebral body of my crutch.
That old man, I call him dad.
In the only memory of my childhood, he called me "enough"
A little girl who often giggles with joy.
Hold one's head high
That little man, I call him son.
I cultivated him from a cherry tree to a cherry tree.
From a distance, a Xiahong tree filled half the sky.
The branches of this tree will belong to me.
Build a humble abode that will never be replaced again
The two closest people in life
First, I continued his blood.
The other one, pass my blood.
My blood never agrees with the word "ordinary"
A thousand years ago, dad was a boulder that leveled the road.
A thousand years later, my son is a forest ranger. He turned cherries into a cherry forest.