enjoy life
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Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that you have chosen
faraway place
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
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Believe in the future
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forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my
Purple grapes
integrate
late autumn
dew
while
My flowers
Snuggle up in someone else's arms
emotion
I still stubbornly use it.
frost/frostlike powder
about
Withered vine
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to rush over with my finger.
The most remote place
Wave discharge
I want to hold the sun in my palm.
sea
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
be
I believe in the future
human
eye
She abandoned history.
fatigue
eyelash
She saw through it.
year
chapters and sections
Students of
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those who lost their way and failed.
ache
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
Lightning flashed lightly.
Your fingertips
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Onions.
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
Everything on it: shock and vibration,
Impulse and hunger,
Complete or untidy
desire
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
You say, be gentle,
this is
In the jungle
The only clear road,
this is
tolerate
It nourishes your hidden
poetic sentiment
This is the deep grass that makes the night burn.
Let you burn!
Time and time again, peaks and valleys,
Where is it?
Your voice
Where's your expression?
Where is the hard mast behind the tide?
Where is the shore, you guide?
river
Where is it?
After the storm
The valley where I live!
Lightning flashed through your fingertips,
I feel the abundance of wet land.
smell
Drop after drop of rain,
Excitement followed by excitement,
Living, warm,
All this belongs to you!
You said to me: the gap in the dry mountain,
It will also be full of blood.
That night, I didn't know how to vent on you,
Those crazy words became
poetry
All I remember is,
I was unstoppable at that moment,
Shout the stone alive!