Every day is new.
The pace of struggle,
Never stopped.
The perfect combination of light and color,
Create a sense of warmth in winter!
Busy life,
This may be the color of youth.
In the long river of colorful years,
Always leave traces of struggle!
Young and never give up,
Self-confidence creates wonderful!
Every day,
With a little effort,
One day,
You will be,
What kind of person I want to be!
The beauty of youth,
It's not how much you get,
It doesn't matter what you become,
Concerned about the road to growth,
When you pay for your dreams,
Abandoned by hard work,
Sweat and tears,
Your inner voice when you struggle!
When one day,
You are sleepy,
When you look around,
The yard is full of flowers,
Rich and colorful,
Butterflies dance with children,
Cao Fang and Hui Qi.
When one day,
You're old,
When recalling the past,
I just hope I won't sigh because of the rush of time.
Don't regret your mediocrity.
All this,
The power of life,
Irresistible charm,
In the end, in your struggle,
Perfect release!
Dream of Youth Modern Poetry 2 Your World
The life you lived.
Our lives
My side
Look at the sky in the distance.
I know it's you who are enthusiastic over there.
Remember that day?
Acacia turned into a thread.
You and I were both disconnected in a hurry.
at present
You're right in front of me.
I can't see you in the sky.
Let my sadness fill my heart at night.
A cool breeze blew here all night, which was particularly deep.
I want to take advantage of the dark
Chasing you to the horizon
This will be an endless chase that fate has already doomed.
Tonight will also be a sleepless night.
Countless times forward
Countless shouts
I haven't seen you either.
It is the night that covers my bright eyes.
Told me to look for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you.
You and my dreams
Like smoke in the ashes that never disappears.
Light it on a sunny day
Depressed in rainy days
Always bring sparks.
Give the moon hope
But the light is too pale and hurtful.
Let's close our eyes and rush in.
Before it gets too bright.
There are only a few lights left in the sky.
The stars shake freely with their dreams.
This is an illusion created by fantasy.
Lie down and wait for the dawn.
Get some sunshine.
The morning is full of sunshine.
Dreams soar in distant minds.
She came and went.
She left nothing, but I lost it.
We are all in
Shuttle between reality and fantasy.
But I have never despised it.
Willing to see you.