Poems (written by oneself) expressing one's feelings are simple.

The original text is as follows:

one

Autumn leaves have fallen, but the wind is still there.

The hay is thin and tender.

Turn inward, and worry about the ruthless years.

Lightning visited the mountains and rivers, and the rain was full.

Things change, and the wind and water turn.

Don't try your best, don't force success or failure.

Look up and smile at the sky, let nature take its course.

Life is short, bumpy and bald, but it looks like autumn.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. There is darkness everywhere. Coming to Chun Lv is like oil!

-life is strong, it is difficult to be short, and it will eventually come out!

two

After all this time,

Have you gone bad,

All kinds of people who cheat on each other,

Whether your heart is cold enough.

After all this time,

Did you make any money,

Traps are everywhere,

Are you still on the poverty line?

After all this time,

Are you married?

Women's mate selection standards are getting higher and higher.

I wonder if you have met her requirements.

After all this time,

Have you taken care of your family?

Too many temptations always happen around,

Did you leave your wife and children behind?

After all this time,

Are you hurt?

Your hostess saw that your wallet was flat,

Did I break up with you?

After all this time,

Are you tired of playing?

Always sneaking around like this,

Don't you have any friends around you?

After all this time,

Did it ever occur to you,

Many people are worried about you,

And all you care about is your unlimited freedom

After all this time,

Do you understand,

Most people are still smart,

Don't think that everyone is so easy to repair.

After all this time,

Are you awake?

Life needs to be down to earth,

Messing around will eventually make you regret it and make you feel bad about life.

The progressive party is the right way,

Decadence will not come out.

After all this time,

We need to find a clean road.

three

Again and again, setbacks hit my wings.

The hopelessness of life made me give up my last dream.

Looking back on this city,

Is this where my dream began?

Full of pain, full of vicissitudes.

Without confidence, there is no strength.

Going out, let me understand what despair and desolation are.

Wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes,

Step on the train,

From then on, I started a new wandering.

The original comes from life, doesn't it? Random talk about life