The burnt-out ashes are still smoking.
I stood at the gray window and looked at the sky outside.
Write your dreams on the dusty glass with your fingers.
A bunch of purple grapes are stained with crystal dew.
The flower was broken and put in someone else's arms.
I will instantly feel pity and touch the residual branches.
Spell out a "bright future" with falling petals
I want to cross the sky with my fingers and cover the sky with one hand.
I want to ride the wind and waves.
Give others the purest warmth to the sunshine.
Help really talkative people realize their dreams.
I have always believed that fairy tales are lies.
Shan always believes that the future is beautiful.
Because there are many people building a better future.
They use their own wisdom and hands to transform.
They constantly strive for social progress.
No matter what experience you encounter on the road of growing up.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
Moved tears, deep sympathy
Or a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule
As long as you do your duty and make yourself excellent.
Numerous explorations, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Time will always make our efforts pay off.
Even if there are all kinds of grievances and bitterness along the way.
We still have to constantly strive to strengthen ourselves.
Let your life be valuable, smooth and colorful.