Tread song line: wish # micro headline original poetry # how many words have been experienced to welcome the new, how many moons have been seen, the sun has risen, and now it is the beginning of the new year, there is a feeling of more joy from the beginning of the place too far away from the beginning of the fast forget

Tread song line: Wish

#Micro Headlines Original Poems#

How many resignations have been experienced to welcome the new

Seen how many moons have set over the sun

It's the beginning of the new year again

There is more joy in feelings

It's too far from the start

I almost forgot what it was like

The moon was round at that time

Reflected my lonely figure

The summer nights were long

The compound was full of chilled people

My sister's singing voice is soft

Mom's story is warm

Remember that classroom

A pair of innocent eyes

The morning porridge was too thin

It's not time for lunch

Acacia blossom season

A light rain poured down the morning

Locust tree at the back of the classroom

Studded with white flower souls

Locust flowers are sweet

Eat it can grow spirits

Elm money is sticky

Chew out the hardships of childhood

The taste of the fragrance is swirling

A story is swirled around

In the back of my mind

Who wants to listen?

Leave the days to the years

The years go on and on

Gave youth to the mountains

The mountains returned to the clouds

Put the bag down for the time being

The hoe accompanies me

That hut in the mountains

Creeks and birdsong

Look back on this experience years later

There is still a passion

Although they are all small children

But I don't want to tear up again

Between the living heavens and the earth

Always do it right

Work hard during the day

Sleep soundly at night

I know I can't slow down

It's like a spring silkworm that kills the silk

I know I can't stop my steps

It's like a candle turning into gray tears

The journey will come to an end

The end point is not a horror

Connect the end point to the start point

Achieve a romantic life in sansheng stone language

Let me recall again

Write your wish into a drift bottle

After a thousand years, by whom to pick it up

Will anyone read it —

Read my voice at the moment