Urgent! Kneeling for a modern poem that is impassioned or philosophical 30

We leap over the fields of spring, we welcome the autumn leaves, we cross the crooked alleys, we run through the wide streets, get up early every day, meet the morning glow, pick the sunset every evening, today we are going to fly over the silver runway forward, forward, forward, brush the record out of a new page 2 The applause is still ringing for you, and the flowers are still for you A momentary win or loss does not mean a lifetime of success or failure! Wipe away your tears and cheer up, a new charge has been sounded! Who said that there are no traces of birds in the sky and birds have flown by?

The traces of the bird's flight have been engraved in the hearts of the sky, and your spirit has been engraved in the hearts of all people, no matter what the result is, we will not forget you, the little bird that has tried to fly in the sky, The beauty of that moment will become eternal in our hearts! 3 Youth is a song, beautiful and beautiful. Youth is a poem with endless aftertaste.

Go for it! We are proud of you! 4 In 2008, the Beijing Olympics in China, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the golden wind was gusting.

On the sports field, the spirit of competition is revealed, showing the true character of our heroes; Off the sports field, friendship comes first, competition comes second; Enhance feelings, fitness to be healthy. Athletes are the most beautiful! 5 The white runway is the trajectory of your movement, and the shouts on the stage are the affirmation of your hard work This is the test of endurance and will, overloading yourself, challenging yourself is your goal, when you have experienced passing by others, you will gain new insights again, that is the embodiment of the value of your own life, but also the pride of fighting for honor for the motherland, fight hard!

The Ice Age has passed, so why are there ice cubes everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered, so why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?

I came into the world with nothing but paper, ropes, and figures, in order to read the condemned voices before the judgment.

Tell you what, world.

I--no--phase--believe!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet, count me as the thousandth and onest.

I don't believe that the sky is blue, I don't believe in the echo of thunder, I don't believe that dreams are fake, I don't believe that death has no retribution.

If the ocean is destined to burst, let all the bitter water pour into my heart, and if the land is destined to rise, let humanity choose the peak of survival again.

New turnarounds and twinkling stars are filling the unobstructed sky.

That's five thousand years of hieroglyphs, that's the gaze of people in the future.

Sunflower Blossom The fiery sun is gradually rising.

Inextricably linked warmth.

Sunflowers writhe feminine body.

Facing the sun, it opened shyly.

The sun shines on the sunflowers.

The feeling of warmth is so beautiful.

The sun is in the sky. Sunflowers follow each other.

It's beautiful to wait late at night.

You are ice, I am fire.

Poet of Fire Who is indifferent to your mood.

So that you are no longer gentle.

Who is draining your enthusiasm.

Makes you so cold.

It was that cold day.

It was that lonely night.

Breaks your heart.

Facing a warm morning sun.

Ice burst into tears.

If you like ice, you have to turn into a fire.

Ice will be as tender as water.

The first recommended Qinyuan Spring Snow Qinyuan Spring Changsha Modern poets are only comparable to Li Bai.

August Day original Sycamore flowers.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye.

A time that can't be gathered.

Only a few broken memories remained.

The blood of my memory.

I don't know where it spilled.

Now it has fattened a pearl of poisonous weeds.

O soul that has passed away with the smoke of gunpowder.

When you see that your lowly brother is still lowly.

Do you want to get up and beat the drum again.

Prosperous backside.

How much crying is darkened.

Who wants to scare away the sorrow with a cry?

Someone reached out to the house.

I don't take anything with a knife.

Although I understand that it is possible to cut myself.

Who said I was impulsive.

I just haven't forgotten the great people.

That shocking word.

The rain washes the midsummer sky.

The slight blue reveals the loneliness of the place.

Pencil notes the story of that year.

Farewell scenes are played back like old movies.

You say I'm sorry, I love you, and then cry.

I don't know what to do, and I can't let alone dream and be sad.

From the first summer after you left.

I'll try to write about me and you in the most beautiful verses.

Helpless, the fingertips are cold.

Can't write warm words.

Oh baby, but I still don't get it.

I don't understand why you chose to leave or not, whether I continue to wait.

The sycamore leaves on the side of the road drifted and the moonlight lingered outside the door.

One day, the lost heart will return.

"Let us hold high the burning fire", the author forgot, what I saw in the tree, I have recited it before, and I have forgotten the content.