Poetry about growth 1 We grow up in the sun.
Author: Deng
How bright the sun is and how flowers are in full bloom.
How fragrant the air is and how broad our hearts are.
Ah! We grew up in the sun, and our road became more and more spacious.
We grow up in the sun, and our hearts are brighter and brighter.
Pigeons are flying in the blue sky and birds are singing beside them.
Willow lifted its face, how happy we are.
Ah! We grew up in the sun, and our road became more and more spacious.
We grow up in the sun, and our hearts are brighter and brighter.
I don't know when the poem about Growth 2 began.
There is a diary with a lock under the pillow.
don't know why
There are more and more secrets that I don't want to tell in my heart.
Whose casual clothes? In a word.
Can cause a wave of heart lake
Casual eyes
You can cry and laugh.
You in the sunset
He is not the carefree little boy he used to be.
You passed me.
I look at you.
Eyes full of troubles.
Don't criticize my grades.
There are too many expectations
Want to take your toys around?
Want to be a bird
Play in the air
Want to be a fish
Play in the water
Don't drag your heavy schoolbag.
Just looking around.
This is growth.
Everyone has to experience growth.
Poem 3 on growth: Sunset falls on every piece of rubble from the other shore.
Toona sinensis got rid of a paper engagement.
The finger wearing a diamond ring suffers from rheumatism.
Corn stalks were stuffed into the stove mouth one by one.
The magpie leaves the nest in a posture.
The old cow at the entrance of the village is still ruminating loneliness.
The story dripped from sharpened eyes.
High-heeled boots deform when walking.
Autumn appeared.
The full moon reflects your shadow.
Whose name is like a nursery rhyme?
A bunch of grapes disappeared from my world.
The pulley is also covered with hemp rope.
A pot of dry cigarettes runs out of energy.
I'll wait for you at the corner of the ancient city wall where the skin has fallen off.
Peeping season from ear temples to forehead.
A shovel broke the earthworm's waist.
Counting the days passing by.
The shelf is full of moon cakes.
A circle rolled from throat to heart.
I am wandering in a strange city.
Witness the tranquility of the coming starry sky in Daichi Sumeragi.
When snoring comes from the broken door.
We grew up with strong nostalgia.
About growth
You can't beat the cold reality.
In the end, I lost to my own persistence.
I am trying to build a tomorrow for myself.
I found that there are many forks in the road waiting for me to choose.
I didn't go with the flow,
But gave up the challenge to the difficulties.
I don't like the tearful ending,
But in the face of success, I cried again and again.
Since I chose to follow,
Then let me be full of love and awe for reality.
Maybe one day I will look back and find that,
Actually, my ideal is not like this.