A poem about life in spring, plant some days.
Water and fertilize, add some love and kindness.
The days will sprout
In summer, days begin to get crazy.
Weeding and weeding is the most important thing.
Let the days grow in the days.
In autumn, the sky hangs at the door.
Increasingly prosperous.
Sit quietly in winter.
Around the fire
Chewing the days
Talking about stories outside the day
Chapter two feels that life is sometimes like a calm lake.
light wave
Charming and enchanting
Life is sometimes like an ocean of passion.
Step into the liquid
Acoustic shock for nine days
Life is sometimes like a clear spring.
delicious
Finish in a long time
Life is sometimes like hard liquor.
Spicy zaikou
Cool and moist in my heart
Life is sometimes like a big stage.
Everyone plays a different role.
?
lifelong
Different people have different feelings.
Who can be the master of life?
Who can have real happiness?
Chapter Three: Feeling Life
hurried
life
busy
hope
be without incident
always
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
Broad vision
Mountains and rivers
the same as before
clarity
hua'er
Please open
own
Sorrow and sadness
worry
Deep and far
Roman
Branches, branches and leaves
think
Get drunk before you rest.
lovers'prattle
Youyouranran
dream
powerful
can't bear/stand
brief and clear
world
come and go
whether or not
marry
dropoff
Filament and thread
● Dropping down
gradually
in this
Every word
realize
absolutely true
The fourth index finger to understand life
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the "sadness" of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: 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: 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: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I 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.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.