Netizen Chun Se Tianya wrote a poem about chickens, I opened it and tasted it carefully, not only smelled the smell of chicken, but more importantly, I read out that kind of different life, reading it makes people feel a thousand emotions, you Mingjun please look down.
< h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > ☞</h1>
<h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > and the wings are unspeakable</h1>
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > empty phoenix and phoenix embryo. </h1>
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > if asked why the day is early</h1>
<h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > the shortest life is the most regrettable urge. </h1>
The true meaning of life is just like this, some people also have their own appearance, have a prosperous appearance, dress up exceptionally brightly, but it is a golden jade and its external defeat, and the original meaning of this poem, more or less, there is a little heroic feeling.
There is only a pair of wings, but it cannot fly, just like some of us have a talent in the air, but we can't meet Bole, and we are depressed all our lives, so we have to live in every inch of the land, just blindly fluttering.
Legend has it that the ancestor of this chicken is a phoenix, and the body is flowing with the ancient noble blood, the combination of the phoenix and the phoenix, the embodiment of nobility and wisdom, but what can be done? Talents cannot be displayed, abilities cannot be displayed, and bamboo baskets are still empty.
Maybe there are people who do nothing, maybe there are people who do nothing to ask, "Why are you crying early in the morning?" What exactly is the reason? Repeating this action constantly, is it sadness, what is it praying for? ”
But Yan Que An knows the ambition of the birds, I have a heart of upwards, helpless to the sky is not by people, unwilling to admit their fate, so the cry of grief, life is short, life is easy to pass, even if there is a little hope, I will try to urge, unremitting resistance, until one day completely dead, even if I did not achieve the ideal, but at least I have worked hard and struggled, but also a kind of no regrets.
Is this a good poem? How many people can resonate with the meaning derived from it? And how many people are pregnant with talent? What did the last one do? Let fate fiddle with it, still like the chicken written in the poem, do not succumb to fate, even if there is no hope, we must strive to fight.
In order to show admiration for this netizen, the old man I also have to sacrifice an ugly song, and there are three minutes to create a smooth song, hoping to get everyone's comments.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > "The Rooster Has a Dream"</h1>
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > - Su Yizi</h1>
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > want to build a golden nest on the sycamore</h1>
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > what is the weight of the wing? </h1>
<h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > has winged Kunpeng in dreams</h1>
< h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > into the Qingyun Mountains and Rivers. </h1>
First of all, I will state that this is a temporary writing, compared to the previous netizen is really much worse, even the "He" and "River" above the rhyme are homophonous, the rhythm of ping and qi is not satisfactory, but I just want to express a meaning, netizens do not laugh!
Everyone has their own dreams, of course, a chicken he is no exception, a thousand feet high sycamore tree, that is the home of the phoenix.
When will we become phoenixes too? After all, the Fenghuang Emperor was also once our ancestor, when will there be my home on it? I also want to build a golden nest on it, and from then on, I will climb to the height of chickens and meet the eyes of thousands of adoration and envy.
But this is just imagination, look at my bloated body now, and that heavy wings, even if I want to fly, can I fly up?
Despite my longing and envy, what can I do? But it is a sigh all day, complaining, there can be endless fantasies in the head, but the action is still the same, enjoying the daily charity of the master's family, my desire has long been consumed.
Fortunately, I can still dream, at least everything in my dreams. In my beautiful dream, my wings stretch out a million feet, and I can also learn the kunpeng move, soaring up to ninety thousand miles, and the good wind sends me like nine clouds.
At this time, I also stood on the commanding heights of chickens, above Qingyun. As written in other people's poems: "Take the wind and go, the sky is long, overlooking the mountains and rivers."
Although this is a chicken written, why not our life? If we, the laymen, think of the ideals and ambitions of the empty body, can we not have certain talents and skills? In fact, everyone has their own excellence.
However, excellence is always not displayed, so in the push cup for cup staggering in the waste of life, see others to achieve fame, look back at themselves, double-maned white hair and fat belly, how can they fly up?
It's just a long sigh a few glasses of liquor and three complaints, that's all, you say?
My friends, how many people are depressed? Just like Yue Fei once wrote that baishou is a meritorious name, the old mountain pine bamboo is old, obstructing the return journey, wanting to pay the heart to Yaoqin, knowing few sounds, and breaking the strings no one listens.
I hope that friends will write their own feelings in the comment area below, we use this chicken to compare life, bitter or happy, just as this lifeless life to a self-comfort and pastime, you say okay?