People are born with troubles.
Or live to live.
People like to ask about meaning.
Actually, meaning is meaningless.
Instead of getting to the bottom of it
It is best to be spontaneous.
If you like epiphyllum and Leng Yue.
I can't consider showing my weight more deeply.
Don't be fooled by your persistence.
Epiphyllum and Leng Yue live and die.
But he was born a night elf.
Generation after generation
Just for bosom friends.
If you like the sea,
Then set sail
If you like distance,
Then let's go.
No matter what dust it is!
Inspirational poetry reading in junior high school (2) ran aground.
Like a sailboat,
Follow the sea breeze
You sail on the ocean.
Countless waves pass by you,
Listening to the soft melody in my ear,
You drive slowly into the distance.
But suddenly, the wind rolled up dark clouds, roared and raged,
Set off a terrible white wave.
Thunder rumbled and the waves were rough,
You sail,
Distant confusion came from my ears.
Rolling, growling, hysterical.
You put up the mast, your eyes are bloodshot,
Sweaty skirt, mixed with salty sea water.
Finally, the dark clouds alienated,
The sea is calm.
The sun shines on your lazy face,
Laugh like a flower.
In a quiet world, you doze off quietly.
At this time, the sail flag is tightly attached to the mast.
The boat is still here.
When you stretch and open your sleepy eyes,
Only to find you in the dead of night.
And stranded ships.