Have you ever thought about yourself a year ago?
Wind or old wind? Can fallen leaves be old?
Were you you before?
The one who enjoys your youth on the red runway?
It's impossible. I asked myself.
Sixth grade, 1 1 year old,
I made a choice between self-confidence and self-abandonment.
And performed incisively and vividly on the runway.
Alas, myself,
Have you ever been so down and out?
Did you flinch in the face of fierce competition?
No, no, that's not me. Definitely not yourself!
My former self, like competition, like the feeling of victory,
In the scene where the breeze is blowing on the face and the birds are accompanying,
Sweat if you want to,
Surpass yourself in happiness!
Himself,
Did those confident numbers make you flinch?
I don't know,
No matter who you were and who you are now,
There should be an eternal fire of faith in your heart!
Dispel the fog,
Head for the sun!
Believe in yourself!
I have been writing my own poem 2 for a long time, and XX is no longer shining.
Landing, the only jumping is an unknown tea shop.
20xx, here's the thing, passing by quietly,
Looking at many elders around me, my hair is as white as frost.
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Time is an irresistible poison.
You can be Tang Zong, Song Zu or Qin Shihuang who took the elixir of life.
Facing the death of life, in addition to sadness, it is still sad.
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However, in the face of wrinkles and white hair, what is there to lament?
The change of years is a natural cycle.
It is also a transformation between life and death.
Good and evil, crime and punishment,
In the disillusionment of life from scratch,
What I don't remember is just a bowl of Mengpo soup.
But I can only feel the past.
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Decades of life,
Youth is short,
But she's smart for everyone,
Like the sky in April,
The stream is covered with green grass,
Also like the wheat waves in autumn, the ugly marigold.
In a word, she is an abstract but particularly concrete beauty.
She is a bright moon,
On a dark night,
The central ring is completely bright.
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Young, passionate, ambitious,
Dreams that fill the whole world,
However, it was not until many years later, after many vicissitudes,
Practice tells me that I was so proud,
In fact, everyone may be the brightest star, lamp,
It is in my heart.
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Thank God for giving each of us different opportunities.
Enriched our boring days,
I am also grateful for the different fates I met in different opportunities.
At the end of this year, in such an irresistible tick of the clock,
Carefully and deliberately recall the road sections and stories in life.
One person.
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The atmosphere of memories should be cheerful,
Shouldn't be boring,
Maybe it should be like this boring winter,
Put all the confused ideas,
Put it in the stove to make a fire.
However, the characters in the story can simply refuse to be wonderful at this time.
I really want to warm a pot of wine on this fire.
With you, with me,
Decades of missing and forgetting,
Cheers! * * * miss the fragrant October yellow flowers,
Looking for familiar stars in the sky,
Qingfeng Ferry, Youth Bridge.
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I want to come, it's really good!
In the best time of my life,
I learned about Jianghu and you,
Rivers and lakes are chaotic and regular,
For example, if you make a drop of water,
The lake and the sea are waves, maybe you are a huge wave.
For another example, you are a rock.
Maybe you will be crushed by the waves, maybe you will be calm forever,
It's a pity that I can't be a swordsman.
Because you once said that I can't be a pioneer.
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Time and time again,
I believe many people have changed their ways like me.
The moon ship of youth ran aground several times,
Such a stage is not a place to attack the city, nor a place to plunder life.
What stands out is a persistence, a simplicity after troubles.
This may be the so-called youth experience,
Unfortunately, more and more people have to give their dreams a discount with heartache and helplessness.
Yes, an actor,
After interpreting many joys and sorrows of life,
Finally, in the long-distance cave,
See the world clearly, feel human nature and know yourself.
No matter how good you are, not everyone will like you.
Some people envy you, some people hate you,
Some people are jealous of you, while others look down on you.
Life is like this. Everything you do can't satisfy everyone.
Don't lose your nature to please others.
Because everyone has principles and self-esteem!
What others say about you is not the real you,
Same eyes, different views.
Same mouth, different words.
The same heart, different ideas.
Same money, different ways to spend it.
Same people, different lifestyles!
The road of life, to live out of self, live out of self-confidence.
I like this passage very much!
"Money" left people, a piece of waste paper;
People leave "money", which is a waste.
The eagle, without clapping its hands, is flying.
Grass, no one is distressed, is also growing.
The wild flowers in the deep mountains, which no one appreciates, are also fragrant.
Don't need everyone to understand, just do your best, don't need everyone to like it, just be honest.
Persistence is doomed to loneliness and hesitation, and it is no harm to question and ridicule.
Even if you are black and blue, you should be strong. In fact, your life is not long. Now that I'm here, I'm going to live beautifully!
-To myself
Poem 4 to myself: Dear, don't cry.
You are young and beautiful.
Pink face, peach cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth.
A smile touched the hearts of many teenagers.
In the dream of a madman.
Honey, don't be depressed,
You are healthy and lively, too.
Every corner of the campus has your footprints.
Every note of youth is your beautiful image.
Honey, you don't have to be sorry,
You have dreams, too. Embrace tomorrow.
Planning the future countless times,
Arrange happiness a thousand times.
But the road of life is bumpy, and things are unpredictable.
So you lost your health and happiness.
Time flies, time flies.
Your face is fading and your hair is no longer beautiful.
So in front of subversive buildings,
Crying on the ruins of emotion,
Honey, don't cry,
Your beautiful image is still floating on the beam of youth,
There are also your footprints in the mulberry fields of the years.
Your face may still be cherished in the hearts of teenagers.
Grass turns green in spring and leaves fall in autumn.
Seasonal cycle, flowers bloom and fall,
Life has been hard since ancient times,
Honey, don't cry,
In the afterglow of the sunset, watch the clouds roll and relax.
By the lonely stream, watching the flowing water.
Wait for the sunrise and sunset slowly.
Give my own poem 5, dear yourself,
I hope you are all right.
I know,
You still miss it.
But cause and effect are fixed,
So what?
Dear yourself,
No regrets.
I understand,
You still care.
But like this,
Why are you so troublesome?
I smile at everyone,
Morning without you.
I'm not disappointed,
It just hurts a little.
That kind,
It stings like a needle.
I am strong enough to hug everyone,
The night without you in my ear.
I'm not afraid,
Just a little empty in my heart.
Kind of like,
It hurts like a knife.
I tried to forget everyone,
Late autumn without you on my pillow.
You love late autumn alone,
I'm afraid autumn is too strong.
That kind of thick,
It transcends the pain of life and death.
I pray to forget everyone,
Winter without you in my arms.
I've put up with it for too long,
How can you understand?
That fleeting time,
The pain of branding past lives.
however
I can't,
I can't tell you.
I'm afraid you won't part,
Reluctant to leave.
So,
You won't,
Never understand.
I'm afraid I was born at the wrong time,
No time to stay.
I am a caring person,
I tremble, too,
My heart will surge.
I am a sensitive person,
I cry, too,
The heart will also be afraid of cold.
The time I spent with you,
This is the most beautiful annual ring in my life.
Only you,
It's the one who walked into my soul.
All beings suffer,
I have to wave my youth,
Say goodbye to the world of mortals.
In this life,
If you have a wish.
I will,
Can you be gentle,
Gently,
Put it down.
May the weather be fine,
Give you a good marriage.
A carefree life,
There is no sorrow in the afterlife.
To my own poem 6 tears dike, blurred to more and more invisible.
The hourglass of time has been lost countless times.
I can't forget it.
Just a sentence.
They all say that reality is too fake and cruel.
Learn to complain occasionally.
In fact, I have always been myself.
I've always been myself.
unnecessary worry
ask for trouble
……
I also recognized the wishful thinking.
It is foolish not to believe and betray.
Self-abuse and self-harm after 90 s
Be imitated
Leave unfinished pain.
That chic has already dispersed.
Spread the mind
Don't miss it in a daze
Quiet and stupid
Blank-headed, self-righteous
……
Tired, just talking.
Even if it's not fake.
No one will believe it anymore.
Round after round of lies.
Like a black mandala all over the place.
Can't wait to disappear.
Stars at night
Still can't hide the ignorant sadness.
The corner is used to cold sleep.
……
Hooking your fingers is a promise.
I look like a liar.
deceive oneself as well as others
Why can't you get an answer?
Why bother?
cut a poor/sorry figure
Some things have been done.
Who is qualified to pretend to be forced again?
……
Some things are already doomed.
Let me follow indifference.
Follow your heart and never look back.
Learn to grow
No more sulking.
Don't lose your temper easily
My world no longer allows anyone to go back and forth.
The fairy tale world is still beautiful.
But doomed to be out.
……
Here's to my own poem 7: The Meeting of Wind and Rain! It should also be a kind of fate!
Class dismissed: I've been thinking about this question!
Come down quickly! Meet unexpectedly! Just a short goodbye! But very touching?
Seven or eight o'clock, on the way to school, it should be getting dark soon, right?
But always more than two hours late! Isn't it?
Just like the wind wandering on the ground, just to meet the rain again.
It's time to rest in the city after a noisy day!
Face this code all day! I'm getting familiar with it!
They talked and laughed all the way and greeted everyone they met. ...
I can't help thinking of high school!
Study at night! Run alone with the group!
Around a circle, dark! everlasting ...
But it's different now!
They go there to listen to others sing!
I don't have any artistic cells. I left alone.
Looking up, it's still so dark!
There are no stars!
But the ground has changed!
All the shops on the roadside are open! Bright lights!
I am walking alone on the road!
In front of people! Still behind people!
Unconsciously, I began to cross the old football field again.
Similar to the playground at that time,
Silence is not desolate!
Looked at it carefully:
Five shadows!
Same posture!
Different positions!
Different angles!
I've changed!
Just like the wind is slow and fast.
Just like the rain is thin and dense.
I should have changed!
I have walked the same road many times.
Similarly, I saw the horizon. ...
Poem to myself 8 He has no regrets all his life,
Is it necessary to live and die for a missed one?
Do you know that you are hopelessly stupid,
Those who don't cherish the present and look forward to the future will only end up in an end.
One by one.
Think about it, those unfortunate people in this world,
Think about it, the people who envy you in this world,
Think again, the people who look down on you in this world,
I also look down on you, look down on your cowardice.
God knows sometimes I want to slap you to sober you up,
See the reality clearly, it's useless to live in a dream,
As friends, strangers, relatives,
How many people have seen what you feel sad and are feeling.
Look at this man, he is so happy but still moaning.
Look at this man, pretending to be crazy when he is not sick.
Look at this man. Is he naive enough to think that running away is useful?
I know I have no right to interfere in your affairs,
Whether you are in front of the computer or outside the mobile phone,
I'm just a passer-by to you, and I may forget it in an instant.
What are you doing,
Is to immerse yourself in the so-called sadness and give up on yourself,
Enjoy the relaxation in an elegant life,
Still struggling in a busy society.
Look at the people around you,
All kinds,
All kinds,
The same starting point,
Different fates.
Everyone is a piece of paper,
Just filled in different words.
But you can totally decide how your life will end.
Besides birth and death,
Happiness depends on yourself.
How long do you want to be stupid?
To myself.
Give yourself a poem 9 when one day, stubborn you are no longer stubborn.
Could that be you,
It has long been shaped by time.
At that time, you were always stubborn and stubborn
Knowing that this road has no end,
But go on.
Until I was stabbed by thorns on the side of the road,
Until I tripped over a stone on the road.
Knowing that many things have no answers,
You said you wanted to be the first to find it.
You are strong and stubborn.
You are fragile and sad.
You said you didn't like crying, let alone crying in front of others.
You always have a line of defense inside,
Defend the person who hurt you.
At the same time, it also prevents people who are really good to you.
You said you just need to be quiet,
You said that you just need a simple one.
But because of the seemingly endless road you have chosen,
Change from now on.
You'll be arrested for gossip,
Hiding in the quilt and crying silently.
Your tears are buried in the air,
Buried in the breeze. Just because you don't want others to pity you.
You'll be confused for a while,
Gordon is in the same place, and he doesn't know where to go.
At this time, you are mostly looking at the stars at dawn and don't know the direction.
Bend down and put your head in your hands.
Hiding in the dark and crying loudly.
You who don't like crying the most and hate crying the most,
Why did this happen?
Sometimes when you smile, you are sad.
I have experienced many things and don't want to experience them.
My heart is full. It's time to make some space.
Why lock yourself in a black box,
Why are you confined to this small world?
The world is so big, why do people meet and leave?
Why do some people regret meeting in the end?
Why would someone lose everything overnight?
The world is round and everyone is doing different things.
The world won't stop turning because of you alone.
Only you indulge yourself.
People live in the world, so why bother.
Why are you so obsessed? Why not let yourself live?
This road has no end. When you see another intersection,
Why not choose another one and start from scratch?
However, no.
Therefore, the years have given you a deep blow.
You spent your youth in a daze.
The baptism of years makes you look brand new.
You are no longer stubborn, no longer strong, no longer stubborn.
You've changed. You became a stranger. So,
The other you in your body left you, too
You are weak, you are fickle, and you are powerless.
You complain that the world is unfair to you,
It never occurred to me that, in fact,
When the road appeared before you, you didn't cherish it.
-Dedicated to you who have been erased from memories of youth by years and are hurt all over.
Poems written to myself before the age of 20 10
I am too timid to bear the erosion of wind and waves alone.
I thought I wouldn't be afraid of anything with my parents around.
I am naive and often have all kinds of whimsy.
I once asked, since there are water molecules, why are there no water molecules?
I am ignorant and always look at what happened wrongly.
I saw the tears in my mother's eyes, but I thought the sand had fallen into her eyes.
I am weak and give in to others' ridicule.
I tried to resist, but my inner fear overcame me.
I am naive, I hope success will always find me.
Daydreaming in the house all day, I don't know how many years have passed.
I am introverted and afraid to communicate with others.
I closed my heart and blocked myself in a dark gap.
I'm selfish and always refuse other people's demands.
I take everything for myself, for fear that others will steal my happiness.
I am hypocritical and always jealous of others' success.
Praise others on the surface, but always hope others fall into the abyss behind them.
Maybe time is the best antidote.
Dilute the ups and downs of the years
Heal the scars of memory
Injected new vitality into the incomplete life.
After the age of 20
I want to let go of everything and the floating names in the world.
I want my soul to return to nature, be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life.
I want to open my heart and join the team full of happiness.
I want to have my own pursuit, so that life is no longer boring because of my pursuit.