Hold fast to Shanghai poetry

Walking on the Road of Spring Poet: A Hai, a spring city, was walking on the road of spring when someone suddenly shouted, My good brother, hold on, you must be strong and walk on the road of spring. They bid farewell to tears, waved away the fragrance with a smile, and turned to the beautiful colorful clouds, indicating their desire, but Cambridge quietly drew their shadows, and a bright light jumped out of the sky, and seagulls cried affectionately, Ah. Hope for a new life! I quickly woke up from my sleep, tried to reach out my hands, smiled and hugged the dawn opposite, and gently ran to the crowd chasing dreams, singing and writing all the way to face the sea bravely and bid farewell to despair.