Every poem, every day's original poem and dream, don't pass me by again, a mentor with a complete life. What can guide you is books, experience, and awareness of your age. The person who can gather these insights is not only yourself, but also your mentor in your life journey.
Silent years, silent time, when first frost, when the glitz fades, dipped in a drop of time ink, dizzy in the years of rice paper. Life has its own prosperity and noise, as well as depression and silence. Autumn wind and autumn rain, autumn is crisp. Qiu Si, Qiu Si, Qiu Chou.
Specific introduction:
In the era when the East rose and the West ended, we didn't lose our dreams because of anxiety. Life is strange, but we still don't forget your initiative, stick to our original intention, and return to the makeup of teenagers in the past, early spring and dusk. That's our blush, and the wanton sea breeze sets off stormy waves, which is a rare heart for teenagers.
Once a teenager, we would pour our hometown into a small handleless wine cup and sing praises loudly by moonlight. Once a teenager, we will fold the years into a long spring, regardless of where the east wind is. The cicadas are singing in summer, the air is crisp in autumn, the spring flowers are warm and the snow is sudden. All four seasons are good times. Even if the universe loses its romance now, as long as the world is still human, we will still be teenagers.
We walked through the city in spring to see the rainbow, and also walked through the warm streets to listen to the rain. We have lived a gentle and long life, dreaming that we will fall in love with the prosperity of this world in the future. If there is a starlight scattered around the world, whose heart is full, it must be a teenager singing wine. If there are lights flashing in the village, it will be our birds and flowers.
Other introductions:
The boy collected some broken silver, his arms were full of rivers and lakes, his sword in his hand, and he got up the courage to go down the mountain. At that time, the full moon was still alive, and flowers blossomed and fell. In the eyes of teenagers, risk is still the victory of bandits, officials and evil.
Not all the stories are satisfactory, and the teenager was defeated by the girl at that time. The teenager lost his sword and forgot his big wish before going down the mountain. He only thinks that this Jianghu is fairly ordinary, and you are my biggest risk. -No snow.