One: cherish time.
Always want to keep today's red sun
Remove the battery from the watch.
Childhood thoughts are naive.
Time will not stop because of the stagnation of the hands.
Because of the night, the sun finally disappeared.
A busy day passed.
If you don't want to live up to your life
Then please learn to cherish time.
Second:
Not afraid of failure
A long road to life
What's so sad about falling?
As long as you can stand up
I didn't fail.
What's the harm of losing?
Have not been blessed by fate.
As long as life is still there
I can start over.
Third:
Song of light
There will always be power outages.
But don't let your heart be captured by darkness.
Think about it. There are always candles and fireflies.
Sing the song of light again
2. Poems describing life should be original "life aria"
I sorted out all my memories,
But I never knew the future.
I forgot to evolve into tomorrow's,
Program password,
But I can only wander in the same place.
Don't tell me the red maple leaf,
It has withered.
You don't have to tell me about those beautiful flowers,
Will bloom again.
With regard to various causal opportunities in reincarnation,
I can't look forward to it any longer,
Dare not guess.
Don't ask me why I left without saying goodbye,
Don't ask me before,
Has quietly returned.
The joys and sorrows of growing up, the regrets of years,
Will be buried again by the ruthless wind and frost behind them.
There is no absolute right or wrong,
There are so many shouldn't.
There are some unnecessary reason,
Why should I confess my true self?
Remember when you said,
Life is one,
Home cooking, at your own risk.
You and I both know that,
One day,
You and I will look at each other from a distance,
And walk through with a smile,
The noise and desolation in front of us
A vast sea of people.
See the original title, which is my essay on 20 12. After seeing the title, I slightly polished it. I hope it helps you.
I urgently need the poem about life to be original. I spent my youth in this small town;
Also with the dream of my life;
I have a lifetime of hesitation and sadness;
The sadness of parting from Iraqis;
Open the life charter;
I am like every poet who passes by here;
Dilute inner panic with lonely reading.
My thoughts are all over this town;
It is also accompanied by every place I pass;
I shuttle here;
Loneliness, emptiness;
Under the blue sky, I looked up at the house in the corner;
Quiet in the north wind.
I am in this charter of life;
Sit on the platform of the carriage and get dressed;
Watching the years fly in the corner of the needle;
My daily love affair;
Born here;
Also disappeared here;
I only see our sky;
Maybe;
Until my soul runs out;
Unable to think;
go home
-Made in September 2009-Takizawa-