Lost hearts

Years of experience have become superficial this time,

What was once an ideal became lonely at this moment.

The heart of the sea,

Maybe there is a will to soar into the blue sky.

The idea of falling leaves,

Maybe there is a desire to go back to the roots.

Fight in the wind and rain, fight in the wind and rain,

never wavered by hardship and hardship,

I have never been chilled by frustration or cold reception,

But in the face of all kinds of facts, I can't get rid of my lost heart.

Plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and proudly bloom in winter,

The green pine is not afraid of frost and snow to meet the harsh winter,

It is precisely because of the reality that we see the reality in it,

Therefore, the ideals that have been extinguished also have the desire to relapse,

Maybe there will be more unpredictable setbacks in the future,

But the lost,

will never be moved again,

can only slowly move closer to the dream,

It's spring on the shore,

The most beautiful and best view.

Chapter 072 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Vernacular poems The Lost Heart is in the hand, please wait a while,

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