& lt Civilization and virtue grow with me >
When I was young, on the narrow sidewalk,
This piece of paper, that pool of old phlegm,
The greatest pleasure of being with friends,
Is through this trap,
Shuttling through the noisy crowd,
Ear.-It's ringing.
"Vivid" language.
Eyes that hate evil are scattered all over the floor;
Hit floor's Manifesto is like a red soldering iron, engraved in my heart.
Finally one day, I grew up.
The sky is bluer than before, but the sun is hotter.
The knife marks in my heart are dull and painful every day.
"Civilization grows with me", and I become wise.
"Heart"-or for growth.
People around you
Say friendly words, smile,
Those gentle words,
Maybe just like medicine cures my wounds,
But-will the scar disappear?
I stood at the window of the classroom,
Look at those: "active youth",
In the face of endless suffering,
Tian Tian smiles-it's their choice.
Don't covet the comfort of your mouth when you are depressed.
Not when you are sad and melancholy,
Don't forget the end of the world when you are happy.
Not when you panic, but when you despair,
Our civilization
It is the virtue of our spirit.
The best performance.
At any time, just remember:
Someone once hurt me with uncivilized things,
Now I can't hurt people with uncivilization.
We should let the virtues of civilization grow with us.
We should also make our future brighter and brighter.