The original text is: I finally reached the age I envied as a child, but I didn't become the person I wanted to be as a child. I want to turn my life into a poem, sometimes simple and sometimes exquisite. Unexpectedly, life has become my song, sometimes unreliable, sometimes out of tune. But I still don't believe in life. I always believe that life will not fail a person who wants to be beautiful.
Similar sentences:
In the years, there are plenty of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea; Rare are swords, wine, piano, chess, poems, paintings and books. The days are trivial and broken into pieces; The days are very dull, so dull; The days are warm, so warm that they are really beautiful.
Life is like this. I can live a mediocre life, a calm and full life, a meticulous and warm life, a poem, sometimes simple and sometimes exquisite.