Poetry about rebellion

Poetry about rebellion:

Rebellious reflection: I opened the autumn window.

Or nameless sadness. Look at these people.

A sparrow chatters.

It is hatched after spring.

I don't think these wings are hard enough. Look at the bauhinia tree in the backyard.

Those stupid flowers

When the flowers bloom, they are empty.

If you miss the flowering period, you will be bullied by frost. It's good. I don't like following the rules.

But I know the personality of my life

You must follow the path of life. It's good. I sometimes rebel.

But I never put applause

To those rebels who go against the sky. Why do you have to ask me?

What is the explanation for this? Look at the fiercest sparrow at this time.

Because of the carefree foraging this season, I think

Life is just a simple character plus rebellion.

It is really difficult to endure the coming snow and ice, and it is also difficult to miss the flowering bauhinia.

Even the spring mud can't melt.

Died pitifully on a branch.

Who knows where it will be left by the cold wind?

As I said, I feel inferior.

I am, and I was.

However, inferiority is now supported, just like a statue with a soul.

I know it also comes from

Disadvantages and advantages.

The disadvantage is that you learn short, and the advantage is talented others, as an example to motivate yourself.

This inferiority complex is not a simple inferiority complex, but a purposeful, motivated and passionate inferiority complex.

Forgive me.

A big bend, I went back to the original point, and suddenly understood something.

After misunderstanding writing, I faced up to my ideal.

This is not an empty promise,

But it has gradually become a part of my life.

Points, has been integrated into the flesh and blood, inseparable.

Writing itself is still a sacred and noble thing, and it will not change because of my misinterpretation.

When I understand the way I should go in the future,

I've been trudging through the fog for years,

Finally cleared the field.

However, it is cheerful.