"Isn't it?" -Li Lai.
"Whenever the hurried steps stop in the rough, the blooming heart is cold in spring. At this time, I would like to be an ostrich, bury my head in the sand and hold it tightly in my hand. It is a secret about the future.
The future is Shangri-La, far away. I long for the seeds sown again after falling to take root and sprout in her spring. " ....
Believe in the future (modern poetry)-Xin Jing
When everything turns to dust, the world becomes barren and pale, and silence replaces eternal light and turns into expectation, I will believe in the future with colorful words in the vast world.
When the mountain sinks into the sea, the island floats outside, the smile solidifies into a statue, and the vulgar charm turns naive. I want to raise a warm fire to light the eyes of the night and make it shine. " ....