Poetry Road

Poems are written about heroic sentiments, and words are written about worries. Decades of ups and downs in autumn. Take some time to take in the scenery of the mountains and rivers, Time flows like gold and sleepwalks. I recall that the long pavilion folded and gave the road, I had longed to return home from afar. How can life be measured as gains and losses? A pair of heartbroken and sad. Do you still remember the dream you had when you were a teenager? He obviously has special skills, but his hands and feet are always weak when fighting; he obviously becomes a superman and can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but he is blocked in a well and beaten with bamboo poles; he and his predecessors climbed to the extreme height in a spaceship, and the captain looked at the huge cliffs that stretched across the sky and said solemnly: The spaceship can only take you here, I hope you can fly over it in one fell swoop on this basis. So I got out of the cabin, and while I was trying my best to raise my arms to no avail, I asked the senior next to me: What kind of mountain is this? The senior used a very magnetic advertising message to say word by word: Mount Everest! What a shock. However, as long as you add the word "thinking" behind the dream - What a shame! I hope everyone has a dream world of their own. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.