There are always some fragments of memories lingering in my mind, and these still memories are still caring for my enduring childlike innocence.
At that time, I was full of infatuation, but I was so bored that I broke the reed in the dusk. Now I think there is still a little warmth of first love, but how can this little warmth withstand the wind and rain of reality? Of course, the latter paragraph can be interpreted in other ways, such as ideals and ambitions, because poetry itself can also be ambiguous.
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Who still thinks that life is as romantic as poetry, like a teenager who doesn't know the hardships of the world? Only in the past, we thought that youth was passionate and colorful. Ideal is getting farther and farther away from reality. She is like a dreamlike fairy, rising from the Ran Ran in the water and slowly rising towards the boundless space. Life draws me to reality with its sticky arms. I want to work hard and care for the holy land in my heart.