We enjoy life,
Happiness, we pursue.
In the time train,
Everyone's expression is different.
Some are confused and helpless, and some are firm and confident.
Everyone follows their own trajectory,
Set out with a dream.
This train always likes to play jokes on us.
We can't predict the end of the next stop,
What it will arrange for us.
Is it a bittersweet experience, or the suffering of joys and sorrows.
So before we leave,
You should choose your own terminal.
Get on the right train in the right place.
Maybe this is a one-way train,
Maybe it's a road of no return.
Anyway, keep your faith,
Fight for your goal!
When we are somewhere in a month,
When I think back to my first choice,
There are always some people who sigh and regret.
Even played and defeated by those cruel realities.
Many people always want to buy that kind of luxurious return ticket.
In fact, these have become unimportant.
Today's life is determined by the choices we made three years ago.
Today, our choices will determine our life in three years.
Attitude determines height,
Ability determines strength,
Vision determines the realm.
Life is like this, knowing how to grasp the details of college life,
Learn to cherish, tomorrow's sun will be more gorgeous.
Second, our brilliant university life.
Our lives
From ancient times to modern times
Our thoughts
From once to the future
Where life stops.
We are writing a poem.
When we write poetry,
Life stops in the present reality.
We don't have... right now
Either once or later.
Whether it is ancient or modern.
Under the big aura, it is a collective escape.
Individuals disappear in endless years.
This is our glorious era.
In autumn, I broke into the forest of thoughts.
Pick up a fallen leaf of thought.
Where fallen leaves fall.
It's like a melon is ripe inadvertently.
I have fallen, and I can't find my native place anymore.
It will be colder in cold Shan Ye.
Only the depths of the ocean
It is the direction for young people to write poetry.
Youth, riding a raft in the ocean.
Chase the river of primitive ancestors from a distance.
Wandering and shouting poems
Dive into the ocean and hold your breath.
In the heart of the ocean
Dancing in the center of the sea
I hope it helps.
By the way, I want to share it.