Spring, summer, autumn and winter are picturesque in four seasons. The unpredictable world is playing beautiful poems all the time, sometimes gentle, sometimes generous, sometimes passionate.
Yesterday, a touching poem. In retrospect, we always can't stand many regrets, feel sorry for yesterday's failure, feel beautiful for yesterday's joy, and feel happy for yesterday's success ... Looking back, we often shed tears silently and were moved by our strength and dedication along the way. Whether it's stormy or sunny in Wan Li, we are brave enough to take every step. The scenery along the way is sometimes sensational, sometimes gorgeous, and sometimes vicissitudes.
Today, a struggling poem savors the present, with too many lofty aspirations and too many sweet dreams. There is always a place in everyone's heart that they want to reach. It will be as dazzling and beautiful as a seven-color rainbow and as magnificent as the Vienna Golden Hall, bearing the expectations and hopes in our hearts. The campus scenes piled up in the book, the campus life adhered to by the three points and one line, scores and test papers are impacting our spiritual world because of that firm belief.
Tomorrow, a poem full of hope, we wrote a moving poem and a poem of struggle. Tomorrow, we will be full of confidence and reproduce a poem full of hope. People often say: "the reality is always cruel, and the future is always beautiful." Just like after the snow and ice, the sun still shines on the earth; After the earthquake, beautiful tall buildings are still rising, and people's lives are still rippling on the well-off road; After the pain, we still live with a smile. We believe in the future and believe that "the sunshine is always after the storm, and there will always be a clear sky on the dark clouds." Even if the road is not direct every day, you just need to turn around and turn a corner to reach the ideal palace.
Spring plays magnificent poems for us, summer plays bold poems for us, autumn plays harvest poems for us, and winter plays romantic poems for us. Immersed in the ocean of poetry, we recited the poems that moved, struggled and hoped. Every day is a poem.