If I were an eagle,
I will fight the blue sky;
If I were a soldier,
I will beat the waves and make waves;
If I were a poet,
I will write poems with enthusiasm,
Dedicated to you, my teacher.
A grateful heart
I came from an accident like dust.
Who can see my weakness?
Where am I from and where am I going?
Who will call me next?
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk.
I have seen all the ups and downs in this world.
How much love do I have and how many tears do I have?
God knows I won't give up.
A grateful heart thanks for having you.
Being with me all my life has given me the courage to be myself.
A grateful heart thanks fate.
I will cherish flowers as much as flowers.
Thanksgiving life
Emotion is like smoke on the road in winter.
Gray, dirty, yellow and even irritable.
Although I worked hard, I dug this place with a hoe.
No ripe sweet potatoes were found.
Don't talk about poetry, the pastoral of poetry occasionally grows grass.
Occasionally nest for insects
Looking for rice fields full of flowers
From Guangzhou to Dongguan, get off the expressway.
A thorn bird in western Sichuan
Dig 12 poisonous weeds seeds from my back.
I looked up at the sky and smiled, and the river blocked in my heart was dredged.
The torrent rolled eastward.
Not all unhappy people can.
Rescue a bird.
I should thank life.
It likes to stir up trouble.
Didn't push me down the lake of despair.