Like the rising sun.
Always Shine
Light my way forward.
let you
Stop crying and be stubborn.
On a remote street corner
warm sunshine
snow melt
The ice in my heart
flow
Rush in the blood
Like a river
uninterrupted
forward
Laojin once had a colleague who said, "When people are particularly tired, their brains are particularly clear." When he said this, Lao Jin didn't quite understand. When I came to 202 1 year after 65438, I saw this poem again, and Lao Jin couldn't help admiring this colleague.
When writing this poem, Lao Jin was still a wage earner in the factory, eating and dying in the workshop like a rogue, flirting with the little girl everywhere, and taking the opportunity to steal her ass. He's just a hooligan.
Fortunately, those days didn't last long, and Laojin didn't really become a rascal or a gangster. But Lao Jin's talent has been exhausted, and he can't write such a poem.
At that time, Laojin was fearless, and his bones were full of vigorous strength. I can do anything, I can do anything; Now, Lao Jin has recognized the reality and life, and only depends on Nuo Nuo to live-is this growth or degradation, progress or retrogression?
Once, Lao Jin thought it was a good day to have a job with an easy life and earn a little money by writing something in his spare time. Now, Lao Jin realizes that it is not easy to make money after work, and it is even more difficult to spend eight hours inside and outside.
Just as adults have lost their childlike imagination and courage to make progress. Satisfied? You can't live without writing.