Li Jiali
The horn is always the loudest when you are young.
War drums are always the craziest among young people.
Singing is always the smartest young man.
Strength is always the strongest in youth;
Climbing the peak is the end of the brave.
The roar of the sea is nothing,
Because there is still youth on it.
Young hearts are not hard to guess,
A little arrogant,
A little kind.
Window daydreaming
When the wind comes, all the cold currents fall here.
I, the whole person, quickly cooled down,
The bird in front of the window
As the cold wind becomes less and less.
hua'er
As the cold wind becomes withered.
The buttonwood is mottled,
Monotonous buildings crouched on the horizon,
The sky is full of cables.
Like a silk screen in the sky,
Oh, why is everything like this?
I sat in a chair by the window,
This is my only place.