On the analysis of "front door"



Gu Cheng --"front door"

How I wish that there was a doorway
In the morning the sun shines on the grass
　　
We're standing.
Hold on to your own doors
The door is very low, but the sun is bright
　　
The grass is binding its seed
The wind is shaking its leaves
We're standing, not talking.
It's pretty good.
　　
There's a door, don't open it.
It's ours, it's beautiful.
　　
In the morning, the night is wandering
Let's give him the six-strings.
We're not leaving.
　　
We need land.
Need a land that never destroys
We're going to ride it.
Spend a lifetime
　　
The land was coarse and sometimes narrow
However, it has a history
There is a sky, a part of the moon
A part of dew and the morning
　　
We love the land.
We're standing.
Digging the earth with wooden shoes
The door's hot.
We lean on, it's so beautiful
　　
The grass behind the wall
No more growing up.
It touches the sun with its fingertips.

In fact, in the life of the road, everyone is a poem, everyone in the struggle, we no matter the program ape or Siege Lion, as long as there is a dream, withstand the wind and rain, you will succeed, learned people just for others attack or blow just indifferent smile, for the front of this poem, I think can make you in the tense, Faster pace of the times, listen to your heart, from the heart, always go forward, also look at the roadside scenery, My best Friends,come on!

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On the analysis of "front door"