A short poem containing philosophy of life

1. A sigh

Slip from the bottom of my heart

Made a big hole.

People have already left.

Who is there?

the same place

A desperate twitch

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No matter who you are.

Noble and mean.

It is elegant and vulgar.

There are big and small.

I was elated and kicked out.

She always has her own happy life.

-Happiness is the cheapest product.

god

No cost

mass run

Step 3 leave

Leaves in spring

wait for

Summer leaves

wait for

Waiting for the autumn wind

Dance hand in hand

Waiting for snow

Bury it.

gamble

Some people like gambling.

I like gambling.

I spend my life blogging.

My whole life

-Different bets

The same gambler

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When friendship takes root

Rooted in a hotbed of comfort

It can't stand the wind and rain.

-this is friendship, but also a common fault.

When hatred takes root

Rooted in cold and thick soil

There is always the right amount of sunshine to unseal it.

-this is the hatred of * * *.

When cruelty takes root

Rooted in my evil heart

Only death

Wake me up.

6. Distance

I saw a ray.

From me

Extend tirelessly into the distance

I was the one who left.

Or her?

This is called distance.

There may be a starting point.

Or countless.

It's just that no matter where you stand

You can't always see where it stays.

The starting point is me.

Or her?

7. Just one foot in front of the stage.

It's a foot ahead.

I gaze

look straight ahead

What do they sing and dance?

What are you crying and laughing at?

What do I remember and forget?

Curse what, be sad what.

Singing and laughing on the stage

The audience burst into tears, Wang Yang.

8. sad

I am not a crocodile.

Tears are not a weapon against the enemy.

I am not a buttonwood tree.

Tearless expression

Broken heart

I'm not crying.

I just don't know who it is.

String together my lost pearls.

9. Left hand injury

Finish everything by accident

Including the left hand.

This is purely inevitable: let it be.

-The left hand calls it: the fate of the left hand.

Like its brother.

The left hand is gifted.

Unlike its brother:

Tradition only favors the right hand.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

The left hand said to himself:

"There is nothing wrong with loneliness,

There's nothing wrong with loneliness,

There is nothing wrong with silence.

Too much nonsense is harmful to your health.

Compared with complacency,

Frustration is the normal state of life.

Compared with luck

Suffering is the theme of fate.

Only you know your own suffering.

You can only bear your own pain.

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