I use poetry to sketch your prose poems.

Set sail;

Leave home,

Set a small bag;

There is only one dream;

Adventure does not belong to the future.

There are no parents in that city;

There is not a beauty who doesn't care;

He had to run tirelessly;

Even if the peers say they are confused.

Give him a trip to the muddy water outside;

He is not allowed to put on airs again;

He must be busy,

But I don't know what the direction is;

He began to worry that he was not tough enough;

Finally, I'm afraid I can't resist;

The reason for fear is that there is no warm sun in his heart;

No one gave him oxygen;

Can't smell the fragrance;

He won't be crazy again;

At least he still believes.

A dark room;

Is his battlefield;

The hesitant prime minister,

And bloodthirsty generals.

He also yearns for a stable and peaceful day;

It's just that reality slaps him occasionally,

Remind him not to think too much;

Written military orders;

Wait to die in battle.

It took too long,

He forgot that he was still a phoenix;

Have gorgeous wings;

Not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of wolves;

Soaring on the white clouds;

This is his glory;

Even if you keep falling down on the road;

Even with despair.

What paradise is the next stop;

Hold hands tightly and never let go;

The light of the future;

Inspire dreams;

He is not only disappointed;

There are also unique persistence and proud stubbornness;

Illuminate the forward course;

With courage and strength;

Let him no longer be confused;

This time he was no longer reckless;

Loneliness and dreams;

He took it with him;

Clap your hands;

I hope he won't get hurt.