小学4年级 - 诗歌 阅读指导

. I always like to himself.
Then, down, smiling.
19 years old, walking had the pleasure of success, also have failed, after dark. But I always insist, diligently. Life lets me become calm and optimistic!
Always feel sad burial smile on the efforts of the people behind, with total provoking love who smiles tears always lets a person touched. So I'm used to face everything with a smile!
A goal for the future, always can let us exult. Like to fly ash, willing to do the moth of captive, swinging the flame is you, is you went. Beautiful, in love, who has days, what is sweet, what is bitter. Just know, without hesitation. To lose to pursue, to marry marry a happiness.
I like the freedom, like a man were not beam.
I is a stubborn man
I hope this world without too much money,
I hope this world chien no harm.
I smile,
My sad or happy again any time,,,,
I only smile,
I like alone in the desert a tired chivalrous man, looking for that one bay oasis, tired and loneliness.
In different, more than a miss, sometimes really hope make a nest of fall among united at the beautiful BaShanShuShui.
Once thought, flower, can open, is to let people noticed her beauty, flowers, fade, is to let people still miss her fragrance. But time dilute the wind can also restore everything? Perhaps the only after a sigh, in the wind will not be quiet.
Each step is like floating across the general and secular struggle, so engrossed in dripping wet, want to hug in the rain, rain, but with air. In numerous strobe lights flashing night, I had run aground, stranding memory, also had run aground in my youth. Life is like a cup of coffee with sugar, bittersweet. In life, I Xun not bad, but dull, true true since. I admire the dandelion, the wind LiuXu huge. Their life is my expectation, freedom, and the earth, their footprint in the strange, soil bud blossoms, perhaps this is the essence of life.
Sometimes I feel oneself is a drifting in the sea on the boat, no matter what direction of wind, can I change my path, aimless sailing on the sea, and over time, the only waste my youth vicissitudes. About ideal, seems to become a distant dream, but not real, great but difficult to achieve. But now the figure of a receding.
Man is such a strange animal, have lost when bored, back when the pain and get a lot, also many, only hope of reaching the soul. Serene Very fond of children, because they have the human heart the purest thing, they are the best of human nature. Like the old, because can feel close to the peace of mind, they face, perhaps life for them, is the most comfortable with the way to finish the rest of my life.
Life is too many things to disperse and broken, so, learn the habitual cold and indifferent. Perhaps more time we prefer to believe in yourself, don't let the trust, because life casually, not only, all forever after one thing we can go. Sometimes not abandoned our world, but our own first abandoned world because we habitually negation, habitual boycott, and many things when we pass, much more willing to believe that life is hurt us, and not to accept his lack of hurt yourself.
Always in a very weak, because we are young, and only the vitality and time, we always want to try to change your destiny, trying to make the people around him much more happiness, longs day can arrive to the shore, the ideal to make your own feelings of happiness. However, many things are so difficult to achieve, a lot of things, but not a life, life is too long, a lot of things easy metamorphic, who also have no way to guarantee that forever. So more silence is perhaps the best way to answer them all, since the promise, why not much, still need to one's own efforts.
Suddenly, the youth in heart too many things. Life, just like the eggs are always careful, should cherish each a sincere and moved, good things most easily pass. Try to forgive each lies in life, who didn't lie? The fittest peace, can't bear to see tears eyes, learn to smile, optimistic life!
The road may be no end. Where is the starting point, I not only hard work.we journeyed north, do a experience the traveler. I stopped, give yourself a warm wishes, a bright smile, written record of my heart, my life with pen, paint collects past memories. Migratory path, with a thankful heart, with curiosity to appreciate the world, this also enough!
Smiling, Cherokee!