Poetry: The Road to Choice 1 The Road to Choice
Twilight pervades the vast land.
Stroll leisurely in the forest
For an instant, my heart was lost.
The end of the road is chaotic and forked.
One of them determines the journey of life.
Silence, hard thinking, difficult to choose.
Every passer-by goes his own way.
But I hesitated.
We'll talk about it later.
I chose an unknown road.
From then on, it decided the direction of life.
I won't be attached and I won't regret it.
Maybe the cliff ahead
Then open your heart with faith.
Maybe there are trees ahead.
Then let the future be brighter.
The night passed.
Waiting for tomorrow's road with confidence
Poetry: The Road to Choice 2 "The Road to Sunset"
It is long, it is lonely, until it disappears in the sunset.
It is quiet, it bumps, until it sinks into the depths of the jungle.
Mom said that the road in the sunset is the most difficult, but the most interesting.
Its destination is dawn.
So I embarked on this unknown road with curiosity.
I wonder how long it is.
I don't know how rough it is.
All I know is that the ending is happy.
My shadow is so long in the sunset.
My backpack is so big in the sunset.
The light in the sunset is so small.
This road is full of thorns.
People who take this road need too much courage.
There are too many setbacks on this road.
No, I have dry food in my backpack.
I've tried to give up too many times.
But now there is too much curiosity to make me want to see the sun in the east.
There is less and less dry food in the bag, and more is strong.
I tried my best to get to the dawn.
Then, stand quietly in the sun and smile. ...
Years brought me up in the sunset.
I'm glad I didn't give up!
Poetry: The Road of Choice 3 "Go Your Own Way"
The west wind blows through the fleeting time, causing ripples in the world.
It also set off the magnificent years.
Life stories cut again and again
Cut off and scattered into clouds.
I have been looking forward to this rain for a long time.
In the silent night, I fell thoughtfully out of the window.
The wind is surging and the sound is looming.
Sadness disappears shallowly, and fatigue gradually dissipates.
Although life exudes a biting coolness.
But there is a proper warmth in my heart.
Lonely thoughts
Have a satin texture.
Quietly close the door
Keep complex things away.
Make a cup of tea.
Relieve a lost promise
Since life is not your choice.
Why don't you convince yourself?
This is the best ending.
Even if you start over, there is no perfect answer.
Don't envy other people's amorous feelings.
You don't have to lament your loneliness.
Never mind that others have a beautiful sun.
You know you also have a bright moon.
Think about the fascinating world.
There is always a scenery that belongs to you.
Think that the journey is a big road.
There is always a way, and you will find yourself.
A picture, draw your own life.
Write one's own chapter
Leave your own signature
All the way forward, you will eventually get out of your infinite scenery. ...
Poetry: The Road to Choice 4 "The Road to Hometown"
No longer stable, no longer sleeping.
Fragmented but not silent and lonely
Look at the moon and stars.
And us pedestrians.
It's gone. Walk along the end of his life.
Maybe it's the beginning, but it's all over anyway
Far away, until the horizon
Later, it was much more troublesome.
I waved goodbye to him when I left.
Maybe it's familiar, but it's actually very strange.
Because just yesterday, he knocked me down,
I left him a tear when I left.
I, in a distant place, recall being in a foreign land,
The road I have traveled.
He is so familiar and so strange.
I left a little space in memory of him.
Ten years later, I inexplicably returned to my hometown.
I cried a lot at that time.
Lu Xixi has changed and lost its original appearance.
I've only seen him in faded photos in my memory.
I left, took the soil and seeds from my hometown and planted them in a foreign land.
A tree uses the soil and seeds of its hometown,
Very kind, very kind, mo nian's me.
Tell such a story in tears.
Poetry: The Road of Choice 5 "The Road by the Window"
One summer night,
I leaned against the window.
The stars in the sky,
Keep shining.
For example,
I am beautiful.
Fish in the water,
Keep swimming.
For example,
I am cool.
But what about the road by the window?
Didn't say anything,
Bear it silently.
It endured the ridicule of the stars,
Put up with the boasting of fish.
This road by the window,
How much have you done for us?
We like it,
Like a star that likes to laugh,
Like a boastful fish.
But never noticed,
That kind of obscurity,
The road by the window is selfless for us.
So,
We should be careful,
Pay with your heart,
In return for giving us selfless dedication to the window.
The rhythm of love
what is love ?
You need to listen to words of love.
Maybe you just say a word,
It will also be the melody of love.
what is love ?
You don't have to think hard
As long as you love with your heart,
Will gradually realize from it.
Love is a language,
She also has her own melody.
Euphemism and gentleness are your choice,
In that case,
It's the melody of love.
Love, melody,
Gentle and beautiful words.
Let's unite as one,
Put the world,
Construct a melody of love.