When the seeds burst out of the spring soil, when the fruits are red on the autumn branches, I abandon my lazy hands and let the salty smell of sweat turn into beautiful words. I love life when the morning sun sets in the west and the evening moon disappears. At dawn, I am grateful for the gift of time, which turns the vitality of youth into beautiful words and loves life. Although my body will rot, along with those happiness, joy and smiles, all melancholy, all pain and all tears are placed on my faith in living. I firmly believe in my shoulders. I firmly believe that my mind has experienced countless ups and downs, setbacks and failures, countless explorations, hard work and success are all time’s fair judgments of me. I want to describe life with my heart. I want to create life with my hands. I want to sing life. I want to sing. Live with a bright eye, my friend, love life, love your youth, love your own efforts, love your own life, love your own future. If life starts over again, I will still hold the dewy morning to bid farewell to the sleepy moon. I will still stand at Bodhi. Looking for your lost pieces under the trees, the fragrant autumn colors, I will still capture your elegance, then go to the hillside to release the loneliness of butterflies, I will still feel your music, go straight to the deep sea, breathe the invisible tulips, I will still approach your door Ling quietly placed an uneasy kiss in the night light. I will still lie on the hanging rock and let the whip of memory beat me with helpless regret. I will still crawl into the tropical rainforest and experience the blue loneliness far away from you with tears. I will still fall into the colorful clouds. Take a walk and take a nap in your reflection. I will still follow the sound of doves and sail to the Swan Lake to pick up your childhood dreams. I will still step on the waves of the Yangtze River to create a string of sapphire blue love letters. I will still open up history. Put a fragrance of freedom on the skylight. I will still embrace the sun a thousand times until it melts into a carat of innocence. If life starts again, if life starts again, I will no longer cry. If life starts over again, I will cherish all my time. If life starts again, I will bravely rush forward. If life starts over, I will leave every day with a perfect ending. If life starts over, I will never look back and regret it. If life starts over again, I won't miss any opportunity. If life starts over, I will release a bird and let it fly freely, moving forward like a wild goose.
Zhang Jie, fly bravely, the stars will always be with you? When the seeds burst out of the spring soil, when the fruits are red on the autumn branches, I abandon my lazy hands and let the salty smell of sweat turn into beautiful words. Love life, when the morning sun sets in the west, when the dusk The moon disappears at dawn. I am grateful for the gift of time, which turns the vitality of youth into beautiful words and loves life. Although my body will rot, along with those happiness, joy and smiles, all the melancholy, all the pain and all the tears are placed in my belief in living. I firmly believe in myself. I firmly believe that my mind has countless ups and downs, setbacks and failures, countless explorations, hard work and success are all the fair judgments of time on me. I want to describe life with my heart. I want to create life with my hands. I want to sing life. I Live life with a bright eye, friends, love life. Love your youth, love your own efforts, love your own life, love your own future Love your own future when your seeds explode