Open the curtains, there is only one color of sunshine.
Whether you like it or not.
Red orange yellow green blue purple
Of course, emotional innocence.
But it looks like color-changing sunglasses.
Put the whole world
Either die happily or die sadly.
Twist all faces
Teach you
Ignorant enough to put out your finger.
"This is ugly, that is beautiful."
Don't always give reasons to have a holiday.
If feelings are like fog
Then be careful, it's covered.
The other side of the truth
If feelings are like moonlight
Then you know,
It can't steal sunlight.
It's not that feelings are always cheating.
It's just that it always has a twisted side.
Wipe your eyes often.
Don't let reason leave you.
Open the curtain
Can you see the reef clearly?
If so
Then raise the sail
It's windy Look, that's the shore answer. The topic of the supplementary composition is "They". I hope you can be satisfied!
they
At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.
What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their simple birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ...
They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.
They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era. Fly freely like an eagle
Autumn is coming, and Wang is writing a poem. He is a king, a melancholy king-interpreting the freedom he wants with clever words, and dyeing the maple leaves in autumn with sad words-the height of his soul, the eagle is flying. It was not until he put his noble head on the track that he really found the freedom of "facing the sea and blooming in spring". He completed his lifelong pursuit with a vigorous death.
Genius poets dare not face the cruel reality. He wants to be as free as an eagle and sublimate his soul to the height of the sky.
Perhaps, the eagle in the sky has spread its wings and already carried all the ideals of a poet. The lost sunflower
A genius, a madman, a fallen star, a shining gold. He is a painter, an avid artist and an incomprehensible psychopath. He dipped in smoke pigment and painted the color of life on the gray canvas; He outlined sunflowers swaying in the wind with fiery yellow; He pointed the gun at his mouth and answered the unreasonable question of the world with loud gunshots-who is he?
He brought too many surprises and confusions to the world, but escaped from the crowd in the messy language and contemptuous eyes of the world, and found the starlight of thought in a sunflower on the hillside.
Can a flower contain the meaning of life?
The swift river wet my feet, and a breeze blew off the fallen flowers in my hand, appearing and disappearing in the waves. ...
Please give me and my soul a pure space to look at all ordinary things in the world; Please give me and my life a butterfly-like flight, and find infinity in the finite; Please let me impress a fisherman with my song and pick up God's mantra with my net: a flower, a world and a bodhi leaf.