In eighteen years, you will always be in full bloom with modern poetry.

Eighteen years, you will bloom forever.

Author: Island Fairy

You are five years old.

With short hair, he looks like a boy

But always sitting quietly in the corner.

From grade one to grade six

Like a forgotten grass

Nobody cares.

Thirteen years ago, you

You ignored the opposition of your family.

Long hair quietly.

Because of good temper

Little friends are willing to play games with you.

But at this time,

Family changes are like a bolt from the blue.

Your mother abandoned you and dad.

From that day on, you began to be obscure and taciturn.

You ten years ago

High school off-site borrowing

Because I helped my family with the autumn harvest, I delayed my early self-study

Be punished by the teacher for cleaning the ground for a week.

A person in a foreign land, you silently bear this grievance.

But since then,

Become stronger and work harder.

Go to bed late and get up early

You seven years ago.

Through one's own persistence and efforts

I was admitted to my favorite university.

The day I went to college

The whole village is shouting your name to cheer for you.

You are in college.

No longer shy, no longer sitting quietly in the corner.

Participate in club activities as much as possible to improve yourself.

Work-study programs and part-time jobs are always busy.

The family never needs to send tuition fees.

You were three years ago.

graduated from university

Smooth entry into large enterprises

Good habits and styles have been maintained.

Colleagues and bosses like you very much.

You at this time

It's already beautiful.

Many male colleagues are after you.

But I didn't agree.

You said you wanted to find a friend in need.

Now it's your turn.

Quit your job.

Meet your bosom friend.

Began to make a living by setting up stalls.

Often chased by urban management

You are very happy.

Years of effort

Finally have a place in this city.

You are very happy.

Because he loves you very much.

You got married today.

A piece of white gauze

Like a blooming saussurea involucrata.

Sacred and incomparable

I don't remember you sitting alone in the corner anymore.

I don't remember you crying when your mother left.

I can't remember you being helpless when you were studying in a foreign land.

Life brings you all the hardships.

You are deeply hidden in your heart.