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 turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
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;
Dream childhood
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Spring is slowly coming,
With calmness and gentleness,
Flowers bloom in petals,
Hong Yan still has a smile on her face.
The grass is covered,
Green dress;
One by one,
Pieces,
It's the green waves on the vilen,
Wandering on the path in spring.
With the endless tenderness of spring,
Endless secret words,
Fluttering with the wind,
Pull a chord.
An old ballad,
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains,
It's a bud on a branch,
It is a bud in the flower bed,
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles,
Birds sing spring poems,
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers,
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain,
Dance lightly and gracefully.
Spring rain,
Soft,
Transparent,
Harmony,
The sky uses this needle-like thing,
Woven into a transparent cloth.
Rain falls on the river,
Hit the halo,
The circle spread out,
Added the breath of spring.
A gurgling stream,
Rolling waves with the fragrance of petals,
Turquoise in Ye Er,
Rush forward happily;
Green spring water,
Driving comfortably with the wind,
Ripples—
Sometimes there are some thirsty swallows,
Dive,
Whoosh-
Take a sip of cool river water.
Fly high into the air again,
As if spring water is a part of spring,
You can use it to turn over a new leaf,
Even in dreams,
Recall the sound of spring water.
In fact,
I know little about spring,
I'm still superficial about spring,
Make it superficial,
I don't want to know what is in spring.
Let me keep it,
The hazy impression of spring!
enjoy life
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant 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.
Still this ~
The flight of youth
Dear friends, please be like me.
Put aside all the troubles in the old life.
Forget the past, forget the loss.
burst with vitality
As long as there is hope in our hearts.
We have reason to refuse.
This dreary life
We can have any dream.
Look! The new life is smiling.
Wave to you
Let's join hands!
The rising sun every day
Sweep away the haze in the corner of our hearts for us.
Brochette Yin Fu
Sing an enterprising song for us.
The unwritten poems I wrote
White clouds are floating in the sky.
No matter whether there is any way to study it in the future.
That piece of uncultivated static soil in my heart
Always reserved for dreams.
Never forget the shallowness of youth.
Hide sadness behind time.
We have the same flying youth.