Poetry about refueling

Sitting in the study at dawn, falling flowers are full of paths; It's just an article, and it's very interesting.

The ancient wood is cloudy, and I don't know the heat when I sit by day; Will win the hearts of the ancients, open-minded and speechless.

Crickets sing at the bedside and can't sleep at night; Reading before the case, the west wind blows the court.

Xue Ruifei Qiong Yao, plum blossoms lean against each other; It belongs exclusively to Sanchunkui and has profound Taiji principles.

-Zhu's Four Seasons Reading Song

Poetry: cheer for me

In fact, in childhood,

I put wings in my dream.

Let the dream fly, fly.

Qian Shan has thousands of waters, lakes and oceans flying all over the motherland.

Friend, please cheer for me.

It was my naive dream.

Step into my youth slowly.

Strong emotions are stirring in my chest.

There is no season for straight young men.

Worship the example of learning one by one

Friend, please cheer for me.

That is my surging ideal.

Now I have become a young man.

Natural and unrestrained, mature, tall and straight, strong.

Is moving towards the goal of life.

But there is a side in the hearts of teenagers.

Friend, please cheer for me.

That's my obsession.

Please cheer for me, my friend.

At every glorious moment in my life.

With your encouragement and support.

Life shines for me again.

Please cheer for me, my friend.

I need your flowers and applause.

I grew up with you.

For a better and more fragrant life.