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Cherish the present and live in the present 1
Open your eyes in the morning, still alive.
Is the happiest thing.
Life is so helpless.
I don't know when I will leave.
I don't know when it will still be there.
Good morning.
The weather has become so warm.
So cute
Delicate taste
Good morning has become an expectation.
When I was very young,
Grandpa always said
I wonder if I can wear shoes tomorrow.
I didn't understand it for a long time.
I'll understand when I grow up.
The helplessness of this life
Every one of us.
It's like stepping on a car
The train to the grave
Browse the beautiful scenery halfway
Some people get off work early, while others get off work late.
The train is still running.
perhaps
You met a bosom friend.
She got off the bus halfway.
You will feel helpless.
just as
In our life,
kith and kin
Who knows who it is?
When are you leaving?
good morning
Come with beauty and hope.
Cherish the people who are alive today
cherish the present
Cherish everyone around you.
Be kind to them.
Every one of us.
You should live in the present.
Otherwise, it is a failure in life.
Bring good morning.
Hope and happiness
Become a yearning for a better life.
Feel the beauty in life
Feel every love in life.
Live a good life
Let every day be wonderful.
Although lamenting the shortness of life
Still have to live a wonderful life.
Live a wonderful life
Before we are going to
When you leave.
Will not bury regrets.
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 2
I
He is a calm person.
A calm person hidden in the commotion.
Just like the peaceful earth on the rotating earth.
I'm struggling
Struggle in the torrent of years
See, it's crazy, it's crazy.
Maybe this person is not me anymore.
He is a clown.
This dream runs counter to the trend of the great era.
The man in front followed him and swam downstream.
That's called "forward"
So can he, if-
Be able to turn around gently
Maybe it's fate and choice.
Choose how to choose your destiny.
therefore
Miss the flowers in the struggle
Understand the coldness of the world in the struggle
In this way, his maturity is childish.
Naive to maturity that others can't understand.
Time is still flowing, with no source and no end.
But it burns life.
It's no use chasing someone and holding someone's arm.
Look at the sunshine in spring.
He is only about 25 years old.
Youth is not far away.
nearby
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 3
The Mid-Autumn Festival is in front of my eyes.
Is my lover
Gorgeous dress
Very charming and charming
I enjoyed it affectionately.
Happiness is a fragrant and pleasant jasmine flower.
Bloom in dancing eyebrows
I keep my love in my heart
Packed in bright golden yellow.
agree with
Longing for eternal beauty
I hope there is a line in my life.
Warm and clear memories
Let the once beautiful things bloom all the way.
Charming flowers are fragrant.
An indefinite day
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 4
We are alive, which is an interpretation.
The weight of life blooms in crying.
Growing up in my mother's arms
We are not ready yet and are pushed forward by time.
We are alive, which is a kind of confusion.
Determined to live in and be the first, the future is bright.
Impetuous and unprofessional, the future is bleak.
I loved a watery girl and had infinite reverie.
Stick to an idea and end in vain.
When youth is like a butterfly, it flies in the dreamland.
Like an atmosphere, an ideal, you avoid me.
When it's over, we are like fish on land.
For the supply of life, he became a lamb to be slaughtered.
It is a duty for us to live.
Since we have chosen the front, we must persist in soaring.
Since you have chosen the promise, don't be disappointed.
Days are repeating, and things are done over and over again.
Being with you is the gift and reward of life.
Complaining and blaming yourself are symptoms of anger.
Is to get it back for yourself, shattered glass.
I don't care about myself, but I want the health of people who love me.
We are alive, this is a kind of love.
I love this land and raised my ancestors.
I love this country and give me a beautiful home.
I love this nation, and I have inherited the self-restraint in my bones.
I love my parents, and my parents love me more.
I love my wife, and my wife loves my family more.
I love my brothers and sisters. They often help me.
I love my relatives and friends. They always care about me.
I love my child. He (she) gives me warmth and hope.
I love this home, because I will eventually walk into its chest.
It is a philosophy that we live.
Logical and illogical
Repetitive and non-repetitive
Contradiction and non-contradiction
What is waiting is our understanding.
Birth, old age, illness and death are the four climaxes of life.
Getting married and having children is a proverb of later generations.
We are the logic of content, existing in the form of birth, death and illness.
We are formal content, and getting married and having children is a flower.
We live for those who live for us.
We are alive, which is a responsibility and a commitment.
We live, the world changes, and the earth changes color.
When we are alive, there are flowers on the other side of love, conveying the greatness of life.
We are alive, which is a kind of persistence.
You can't give up your life easily and pursue the beacon of freedom.
For us, living is a kind of enjoyment.
Life is a blank sheet of paper, and we have interpreted various colors.
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 5
If we were still alive,
Starting tomorrow,
Forget the pain,
Find the long-lost sunshine.
If we were still alive,
Starting tomorrow,
Let go of all your troubles,
Find that rare happiness.
If we were still alive,
Starting tomorrow,
Give up the love you once had,
Maybe you will wait at the next stop.
If we were still alive,
You should let those,
Painful, sad, sad memories,
Get out of our lives.
If we were still alive,
You shouldn't live a lie,
Too much cheating,
Let's break our promise to each other.
If we were still alive,
You shouldn't live in hypocrisy,
Too much camouflage,
Let's twist each other.
If we were still alive,
You shouldn't sink in your spare time,
Waste too much,
Let's disappoint each other.
If we were still alive,
In fact, we are really alive,
Since we are still alive,
Then, let's really live.
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 6
You fell from the sky.
Surround me from all directions.
Love! Give me a break.
I want to enjoy it quietly.
You picked the moth eyebrow lightly.
A coquettish blush
wind-swept hair
Elegant and supple
You'd better turn around at this time.
Put away the innocence in your eyes
Where have you been hiding?
Ignore my search
Will you choose to leave?
Don't care about my retention
You caught a glimpse of it.
Give me a bitter beer.
I thought I missed it?
Nostalgia for worldly affairs
I think I'll lose it eventually?
Stab your heart
You spent a long time together.
Frost and snow scattered all over the floor.
We looked at each other.
Tell the past in detail
As for the legendary future,
You and I meet.
Let love last forever.
Will always be the messenger between us.
You who stayed in the world
Wrap me tightly
Love! Let me go.
Hold your hand.
Listen to you sing softly.
Turn around softly.
It opened my eyes.
Flowing love
Cherish the present and live in the present. Poetry 7
The moon is a shy girl.
She used a mirror to reflect the beauty of her youth in the water.
Reflect the lotus, flashing with the waves.
Our eyes, along the window, flow quietly,
Not melancholy, not sad. We sighed,
The thoughts hidden in this emotion,
Is it the future that you and I can see?
After breaking up, feelings became cold,
My body is numb, my mood is numb,
It languishes in the water and sleeps in the heart.
It withered, hurt and tired.
Like a lotus, it can't survive the autumn leaves falling season.
This is the most beautiful and fragile smile you and I can see.
After the smile is broken, it is silent silence and lonely shallow resentment.
I put you in my heart and hide you in my eyes.
The moonlight covers you instead of me,
The woman I love, the bride of my dreams.
I can't hear your footsteps, I know you've gone far,
Out of my world, the night becomes cold,
My heart is cold, too On a cold night,
Everything in the world is experiencing death again and again.
Our feelings are no exception. On the dark street,
You let this go slowly.
From then on, I will not talk about the cold and feelings in late autumn.
Late autumn, when it comes to cold, the cold in late autumn is actually not cold.
My face is only penetrated by the thick cold.
In late autumn, talking about feelings, there are not many feelings in late autumn,
There is no ice that is easy to freeze and melt.
I just stubbornly believe in the incompetence of sunlight,
Will not melt this deep love.
Your meeting with me was a movie episode,
The ending of the song is very touching.
No morning, no dusk.
It is a myth that you and I met.
The myth is over, and we are back to the starting point.
We continue to repeat our lives, ideals and pursuits.
We continue to play roles in our respective lives.
I don't care if your footprints will appear again,
The buttonwood tree we are waiting for-the tree.
Butterflies are flying in the rain, and their dreams are around. I don't care about you anymore,
Will it bring our feelings far away,
Take the last love and blessing to the distance together.
As long as we live, we will be forever.
Have this relationship.
Forget this relationship. (Editor in charge: Deputy Editor-in-Chief)