A little poem modern one writes about life as long as the poem doesn t do anything else

I want to let time stand still forever in this moment.

No matter the ends of the earth, it will not pass by you.

It's like seeing you twinkle with the stars in the clear blue sky.

Even if it's not the brightest, it's the brightest one in my heart.

I want to hold your hand and say it softly.

The dawn of dreams will surely appear at the end of the night.

I know that it is the hope of life that makes me no longer lose up.

In the world, we are all hurriers, no matter how good the scenery along the way, we should not covet the comfort of the inn on the road, we are just passers-by.

The weak water is three thousand, and you can only take one scoop to drink.

People come into the world naked, and they leave the world naked

You didn't bring anything with you when you were born, and you can't take anything with you when you die, whether you are a monarch or a prisoner, a rich man or a beggar.

This is a fixed number given by the Creator, and no one can change it.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a clear mind and think through life.

In the rolling red dust, we must learn to "cherish our feathers".

Praise of Populus euphratica

a) Traveled through the cosmic wilderness.

condensed the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth.

Populus euphratica forest as the earliest plant community.

On this lucky planet.

Miraculously creates the greenness and hope of life.

It has endured the vicissitudes of time.

Accustomed to the cold of the world.

The poplar forest became the last thing left.

Planted in this harsh environment.

It is a brilliant interpretation of the value and power of survival.

Sunflower Every flower can bloom into the sun.

The eyes are golden when they are opened, and the eyes are also golden when they are closed.

As soon as the sun shines, the sky becomes clear.

The head is golden, and the head is also golden.

Changing sunflowers bloom into enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Embrace the sun, life is more brilliant.

Chapter 1: "The Sunshine of Life".

Every fresh life is a masterpiece of nature, and every bright smile is a ray of sunshine of life.

Every green forest is a beating pulse, and every fragrant flower has a beautiful dream.

Every piece of free sky is the happiness of a flock of birds, and every inch of warm earth has a warm blessing.

Every beautiful feeling is a warm bonfire.

In every happy moment, there is a sunshine of life shining on you and me.

Chapter 2: "Love Life".

If tomorrow is the ultimatum of life, if zero o'clock becomes the cold shackles of life, then let life burst out tonight, and the last fire will ignite the clouds on the horizon, and then I will sing to the earth.

Love life, yes, I love life immensely.

I love the gushing lava flowing in my veins, and I enjoy the raging fire raging in my heart.

I believe that if you love life, your soul will never be heavy.

1, "The Life of Playback" The life of the replay touches the road that has been walked like clouds and wind, napping in the middle of the mountain, trembling lightly on the branches. In the fog, in the rain for a secret trip to the heart, a layer of densely hidden distant mountains, such as the silver filaments drawn from my heart, I feel the peach blossom red of life, the green of the grass is hidden in the wrinkles of a page of diary, the arrival of a butterfly reminds me,

1. Life. Written by Jin Kemu.

Life is a white speck, mysteriously unfolding into a cloud in the long blue fall.

Life is in the smoke of the lake, in the fluttering dinghy.

Life is the breath of low pressure, a yawn accompanied by a sobbing reed.

Life is on the tail of the paper cigarette that is being held, and the green smoke that rises in the curling.

Life is the sound of crickets in September, and the slow pure silk fades away with the west wind.

Brief Analysis] Jin Kemu uses a series of objects to give life to life, such as white spots, clouds, low-pressure breath, cricket sounds, etc., these seemingly very ordinary objects, but they just contain a profound philosophy of life. It turns out that the more ordinary and ordinary things in real life are, the more they are often the sustenance of the essence of life.

2. Life. Written by Chang Yao.

I remember. I remember life.

I was very scared

At that moment, the sea froze.

At the moment when the sea froze.

Countless waves condensed into the rocks, and the boat sank deep into the bottom of the whirlpool.

from the petrified cabin.

The petrified sea in his eyes is nothing but desolation.

Me in my dreams. There was a lot of fear.

In fact, we do not need to doubt that the natural world is indestructible.

Look at the one facing the autumn day.

Blowing dandelion down feathers.

Little princess. It's still so naughty, so beautiful!

3. Life. Written by Rongzi.

Life is like the wheel of a spinning wheel.

It rotates incessantly at the end of the day.

Toward this wheel no longer spinning.

People will measure the bread you have woven.

A few songs are relatively short. White butterflies.

What wisdom do you give me, little white butterfly, who opened the blank page and closed the blank page of the friendly key?

Pages opened:

Lonesome; Closed page:

Lonesome; Nightcrawler.

Here he comes: Nightcrawler!

The deserted streets have a calm sound of stomping, from black fog to black fog.

The most familiar friend of the night, he knew all its trivialities, so familiar, and in its edification he dyed all its most eccentric tempers.

Nightcrawlers are the eccentric of people.

You see him in the dark :

Wearing a black felt hat, he walked as quietly as the night.

I think. I think, therefore I am a butterfly ......

Ten thousand years later, Xiaohua's soft call, through the dreamless and unconscious clouds, to vibrate the colorful wings that happened to shake me. If the spring of life comes again, and the old ice thaws, then I will see the bright smile again, and hear the clear call again—these distant dreams. None of these good things will ever go away, because all good things will always be there, they just condense like ice, and one day they will bloom again like flowers.

Life is a process.

Life is a chapter of the years.

Life belongs to us only once.

Life is finite and short.

Time is gone.

Youth is gone.

Time is always so cruel.

It's also so brilliant and beautiful.

The world is warm.

It's also cold.

Life is happy and beautiful.

It was also bumpy and tortuous.

Life does not promise us.

Life only gives us one chance.

And how will you choose.

Or create and explore.

Or it's a mess and there's nothing to do.

Great men often choose to create.

For life refuses to fall.

Life is short and fleeting.

Let's face life with a smile.

Seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity, and achieve yourself.

Polishing others and illuminating yourself.

Let's step on the steps of our ancestors'Limb footprints.

Step into another level of life.

Ignite the light of hope together.

Let's be a great person.

Create a miracle of the world.

Weave your own splendor.

Achieve a brilliant life.