A story about a lazy man who looks forward to living a leisurely life, and gets entangled with a group of men who are either extremely intelligent, arrogant, arrogant, or careless.
Some people say that love is a river that will drown the weak reeds,
Some people say that love is a razor that makes your soul bleed.
Some people say that love is hunger, an endless and heart-wrenching need,
I said, love is a flower, and you are just a seed.
A heart that is afraid of being broken will never learn to dance,
Afraid that the dream you wake up from will never come true,
People who don't let others have what they have seem unable to give.
The soul that fears death will never learn to live.
When the night is too lonely and the road is too long and you think only the lucky and strong can get love,
Just remember that the seeds buried deep under the biting white snow in winter turn into roses in spring with the love of the sun.
I like this poem very much. The most important thing is the desire for love and reason in it, which I appreciate.