A string of words about poetry reading

When you are young, you must pursue your dreams. Dreams inspire the future. Please recite and believe in the future. The road ahead is still very long. When you feel sad sometimes, please listen to the poem heartbroken. When you grow up, one day, you will hear "one is old". After listening to this poem, I feel that when we are young, we must do something, at least love our motherland. How do you feel when snowflakes fall on the earth? Let's recite Snow on the Land of China together. We heard the sound of snowflakes falling just now. Have you ever seen grass? Green, full of vitality. Grass of that year, don't turn this page full of souls. Your eyes are passers-by, and so is your heart. Let time prove that I am old, but time is not old. Bai Yueguang still shines on your side. I am drunk, but my heart is not drunk. I still know who I love. I missed sleeping and didn't sleep with my body. Still in my dream, facing the wind and running with you, how long do I love you? Let time prove it ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch 2. I have been thinking of your parting steps in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I am willing to wait for the joy of reunion, but I have not met any gains now and in the future. I have always accepted your slow time together, and I am willing to let my thoughts bloom and my heart be painful and happy ~ 3. The love of a lifetime has been tied for a long time, hiding in a dark room, suddenly escaping from the night, bearing the weight of your heart. My mind has never been clear. Slowly walk out of the road without courage, short contact, like lightning in the dark, makes the dark world beautiful and lovely. Only you can feel my presence. I'm afraid that love can't be extended in the years. I'll understand that deep thoughts float to you and I'll forget them. No, it's just that time hasn't arrived yet ~ Arctic Jun's poems and songs beyond time 4. The paper boat's past was folded together. Yesterday was a heart full of wrinkles. The same story has changed today. Maybe it has been a secret for too many years. When it was opened, it has smoothed the traces of time experience ~ Arctic Jun's Poems and Songs Beyond Time 5. The farther you "think" about the past, is your memory still blurred in another encounter? I still do this in dry years. Meet you with a prosperous dream on a beautiful snowy night and hug your smile on a lonely pillow ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch. Zhou Shi can't bear my heart, but I wander around the bow, watching the vicissitudes of time at the stern. How can we cure rain with tears and go underground as much as possible? Wash off this scar and wash it out. It's ideal, take it away ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. Shuttling back and forth in the years, time bleached loneliness, stripped the color of flowers, and the young steps have gone away, and the intoxicating heartbeat can no longer be returned. Stories and memories are inseparable from the hazy past. You can hear the sound of broken dreams during the day and sort out the burden. It's those thoughts you can't let go of, but you don't have the courage to face the night. You will see an enlarged picture ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. If the years miss you so much, we have many photos of you when we missed you before, and the distant time still cherishes our original wishes. If time is so unforgettable, there will be no pain when we miss you. Can the eyes of stagnant youth see my heart pounding and read it every night? I miss you for another day ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. "Movie" My love with you was finally taken away by a person on an empty night. The protagonist of the movie story didn't explain, and the spoony tears showed that my eyes hurt the most, and I tried to catch your inner movements countless times. Tears are so full that I can't see your love clearly. It's like a movie that has been shown repeatedly since an empty night. Why can't the new time uncover the old screen ~ beyond time 10. The window of memory. Please smile, a dimple turns red, and bring the memory of beautiful cheeks to the cold and windy winter. My hands are warming up slowly, and so are her sensitive and tender fingertips. When the cold wind comes again, when the smile shows again, I will slowly and quietly collect my throbbing mood. When the years have lost the color of youth, when the thoughts have lost their original strength, I still open the window of memory ~ How ominous is Arctic Jun's poem Beyond Time?