600 words unforgettable Zheng Zhihua's sailor composition.

Like dad's scolding, mom's crying.

I will never forget it-at that time, I was young and poor and lived in a small mountain village deep in an almost closed mountain. Occasionally walk into a small town, and your song "Sailor" has become popular all over the country and spread all over the streets. Your voice, not gorgeous and perfect, is deep and bitter, dark and dumb. I was conquered by your singing in an instant. From then on, I knew your name-Zheng Zhihua. After listening to all the songs in your album, I realized that it was not your singing that fascinated me, but your poetic lyrics. In this style, you wrote your innocence when you were young and your yearning for the outside world. When I was young, I liked being alone by the sea.

Roll up your trouser legs and step barefoot on the beach.

Always fantasizing about another world at the end of the ocean

Always think that brave sailors are real men.

You always look weak. You describe your growth like this, and the helplessness in the process of growing up. Work hard for your ideals when you grow up.

Gradually ignored the father, mother and

News of my hometown

Now my life is like acting.

Speak insincerely, put on a mask of hypocrisy

Always deceive yourself with trivial achievements.

I always feel empty for no reason.

You always sleep with a little alcohol anesthesia. You described people's waste of ecological resources and your desire to return to nature. The asphalt roads in the city are too difficult to tread on.

Proud and ignorant modern people don't know how to cherish.

The ocean and the world trampled by civilization.

Only by staying away from the crowd can we find ourselves.

Breathe freely in salty air. You borrow the mouth of a sailor who has experienced vicissitudes of life to tell those people whose lives are not satisfactory. What is the pain in this storm?

Dry your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams.

What is the pain in this storm?

Dry your tears. Don't ask why I listen to your songs. It's like listening to a poet who has experienced vicissitudes of life and reciting his painstaking poems-you described the lost child in Light the Stars. 1 year frivolous ignorance, the sky is a man's day.

A teenager who once dreamed under the stars.

I don't know how high the sky is and how far the sea is.

But vowed to take you to the ends of the earth

Irresponsible oath, young and frivolous me

Lost in the dark, I found my vulnerability.

Look at your red glasses and think about staying away from your house.

2 the confusion and helplessness in reality, the sky is dirty now.

There are no more stars in the civilized sky.

The sky is not high and the sea is not far.

The human heart is actually higher than the sky and farther than the sea.

Learn to lie and pursue fame and fortune.

Only when you get lost in reality can you find your own vulnerability.

Watching you leave in tears, thinking about the boundless future.

3 yearning for light after an epiphany. Years later, a heavy rain woke me up.

Suddenly, the neon lights in the city stopped flashing.

There is a dim starlight sneaking away in the sky.

Your eyes are still waiting for me in the distance.

The stars light up my door.

Let the lost children find their way.

The stars light up my future.

Warm the child's heart with a little light

The stars light up my door.

Let the lost children find their way.

The stars light up my future.

Warm a child's heart with a little light. You describe the lowest people like this in the game room. 1 A clear understanding of one's civilian identity and cruel reality is too wordy.

Right or wrong

People like me.

Who cares about me

Rich people are the boss.

A miserable life without money

Even if you don't like it.

Without the support of money, betrayal of love and drinking, how can I drown my sorrows by drinking?

My lover left me.

Don't say why.

When you are sad

I learned to drink.

Every time I get drunk.

But don't make mistakes.

When I wake up tomorrow,

I am still the reality that I was wronged when I was 3 years old, but I will never give up.

How do you live?

Are you happy?

A boring question like this

Don't ask me.

What should come will always come.

Let's go if we have to.

Anyway, I'm not sure

Don't be too demanding.

I have my pain.

I have my own dreams.

When you play dumb.

Do not laugh at me.

Maybe one day.

You and I will meet again.

Open your eyes and see clearly.

I am a hero. There is a faint sadness in the detached mentality after seeing through the world of mortals.

Smile too sweetly.

Tears are too salty.

The pledge of eternal love will inevitably change in the end.

Such a pain!

The future is too far away

Why don't you accompany me to debauchery?

(of fairies) enjoy worldly pleasures ―― treat life as just playing games.

I have tasted the ups and downs.

See through the changes in human feelings

Jianghu road

I can't help it

Right and wrong aside.

No more resentment

I'm free, I wander around the world.

Smile too sweetly.

Tears are too salty.

The pledge of eternal love will inevitably change in the end.

Such a pain!

The future is too far away

Why don't you accompany me to debauchery?

In the game world, you described such a fleeting life as a epiphyllum in Don't cry my favorite person. Don't cry the person I love the most.

I bloom like an epiphyllum tonight.

Fall down at the most beautiful moment

Your tears can't be pulled back.

Don't cry, my favorite person

Knowing that I'll never wake up again

Shining in the most beautiful night sky

My eyes are the brightest stars.

Remember when I proudly said

I have been to this world before.

Don't tell me what eternity is.

I was destroyed at the most brilliant moment.

Don't cry, my favorite person

I bloom like an epiphyllum tonight.

Fall down at the most beautiful moment

Your tears can't be pulled back.

Don't cry, my favorite you are like a screaming fighter who criticizes current political corruption in "Great National". Great projects take 300 years to build.

A little thing.

Six years of national construction

A small island country

Dirty Taipei

Corrupt/corrupt officials

Cover the sky with one hand-hide the truth from the public

The object of beauty

How many times have I told you?

After all, it means

It never came true.

slogan for propaganda

Said everyone had money.

poverty gap

Pretend not to see

This is no longer an island suitable for good people.

Etiquette, justice and shame are not as important as money.

This is no longer an island suitable for the poor.

I have worked hard all my life and can't even buy a house. You have a keen insight into real civilian life. The pretentious punk you described accomplished nothing like this. Teddy boy and his woman

I left my hometown and stayed in Taipei for several years.

Teddy boy used to have many ideals.

Nothing has been achieved so far.

Teddy boy began to learn to complain.

I'm getting tired of everything around me.

Every time punk gets angry,

That woman looks particularly pitiful.

Such days have passed day by day.

Teddy boy spent all the money he had.

Teddy boy can't afford the rent and cigarettes.

Eating and drinking depends on that woman.

Teddy boy, his woman.

In order to survive, I make money by accompanying wine in the lounge.

Living in this real world

It is inevitable to learn to give up a little dignity.

Teddy boy's temper is getting worse and worse.

Usually a person feels sorry for himself.

I only secretly cry when I am drunk.

Hold a woman and fantasize about her future.

Teddy boy's temper is getting worse and worse.

Often wake up from dreams in the middle of the night.

Sometimes I find that the woman around me is gone.

Exploring his sadness alone in the dark.

ah ...

Teddy boy, his woman.

Finally decided to leave.

She still loves his man.

But this kind of man won't give her a future.

Teddy boy's life has lost its dependence since then.

Like a child abandoned by his mother

But proud men have long been spoiled.

He still doesn't realize his nature. ...

ah ...

Teddy boy lost his woman.

It's like losing your soul.

He no longer believes in so-called love.

Deeply resented the woman who left him.

Ignorant little punk, when will he grow up?

When can I shoulder the responsibility of a man?

Do you know when a woman will entrust her life to you?

She may have left, but she is still waiting for you to describe the young generation who are naive and rebellious. When they were young, they liked others and persisted.

That's what I did when I was seventeen or eighteen.

How many buttons should be deliberately opened on the shirt?

Showing a little chest is a man

I always thought I had grown up.

Pretend to be smart when you smoke.

I always thought the earth was stepping on my feet.

Wandering around the world at a young age

Oh, youth, youth.

A little naive and a little plain.

Young age, young age

A little crazy, a little handsome

How many holes do blue jeans need to be cut?

There are many tricks without money in your pocket.

It's too long for parents to read a few words.

I always thought I had grown up.

When you are injured, you don't need to go home. You give your love on your lonely birthday. Your birthday reminds me of your birthday.

A friend from a long time ago.

It was a cold winter.

He wandered in the street.

I thought he was praying something.

He always shakes his head.

He said today was his birthday, but no one wished him a happy birthday.

Happy birthday to you.

Hold my hand and sing this happy birthday song with me.

Happy birthday to you.

I am happy every day of my life, and I don't care how I spend my birthday.

This friend has long since disappeared.

I'm a little lost in front of me.

Some people in this world have nothing, and some people get too much.

So my dear friend, please cherish what you have.

Although it is a birthday song, it will always be with you. Listening to your song "A Man Like Me" once brought tears to my eyes. Men like me, just like you sang. My footsteps want to wander, but my heart wants to sail.

My shadow wants to fly, and my people are still on the ground.

My smile tried to hide my tears but wanted to surrender.

My eyes want to hide, and my mouth is still trying to be brave.

People like me are not as strong as you think.

Men like me are floating in the world.

If your tolerant chest is my harbor

Let me find a place to rely on between my dream and reality. You write unrequited love like this, "Single Escape", and you walk a long street alone.

A person goes to a cold night.

What is a person running from?

It's not others, it's yourself.

What is a person afraid of?

Not cold, but lonely.

A person is walking on a long street.

Go alone for a long night.

What does one want to pursue?

It's not true. It's a phantom.

What does a man want to conquer?

Not the world, but love.

Midnight light

Lengthened my figure.

passerby

I can't see clearly in the fog.

Faded love

Blowing in the wind

Wandering footsteps

When can I stop singing like this? The obsession and helplessness of love "take a lifetime to forget" suddenly forgot to wave goodbye.

Two lines of tears accompanied by laughter.

Like a desperate child

Standing alone on the edge of a cliff

Once a pair of eyes without complaint.

It remains the same after the storm.

How many faces have you forgotten in your hurry?

The only thing I haven't forgotten is your face

Floating in the dream of youth

Wake up in a deep sleep

I turned and left you.

It took me a lifetime to forget that the "middle class" you described is a dead face and an empty heart. I have a heavy burden and my shoulders hurt.

I wandered in the crowd with my face upturned.

I have high vision and low strength.

I slipped when no one was looking.

My bed is very big, but I never sleep well.

I'm afraid of being forgotten by the world after one night.

I have many desires and little salary.

I lost my foot on the way to Taipei.

Nobody cares about my troubles.

Everyone only cares about his wallet.

I often drink coke and eat hamburgers.

Just the emptiness and hunger in my heart can't be filled.

Is it so common when you are old?

My life has never been bad or good.

Have you learned to give up thinking?

In this way, I can live well. For that relationship that has no ending, you'd rather be a rainbow in a bird.

I am a black and white sketch.

Fall into the long night of missing

A heart has nowhere to run.

Once calm, suddenly awakened.

Why do I think of you again?

A thousand words, just want to ask why I haven't seen you for years.

I would like to be a bird flying over dangers and obstacles.

Just to throw myself into your arms

Even if the wind blows its wings, the rain wets its feathers.

I fly higher and higher.

I want to be a bird flying over the ends of the earth.

Look for a last resort

There is a person I once loved who is lost in the sea of people.

If anyone has seen it,

Let me know that you have thoroughly analyzed the "face problem" and worked hard for a little vanity.

Spend a lot of money without frowning or changing color.

People are superior to others after their predecessors.

In the end, it's just to save face. In the present continuous tense, you don't want to be assimilated by the era of constant e-development. The more you say it, the more false it is, and it hits the nail on the head.

The more you drink, the more stupid you become.

With less and less money, I am more and more afraid.

Society is getting better and better.

People are becoming more and more complicated.

My heart is getting colder.

Without tenderness, my dreams are getting more and more dangerous.

Just like a check can't be cashed.

When the neck is getting sore.

My neck must be stiff.

When the nerves are getting more and more dull.

I have finished my youth.

I want to conquer my destiny.

I can't stop.

Even if the body doesn't work.

We must also move forward bravely.

I refuse to accept my fate. I don't accept my fate.

I will never accept my fate.

I won't give up, I won't give up.

I will never give up.

I want to conquer my destiny.

My efforts can't stop.

Even if the brain is exhausted.

We must also move forward bravely.

This era is constantly e-oriented.

I just don't want to be assimilated.

The world is actually wonderful.

Just ignore me.

I have my own ideas.

It's just that I've never been able to

I have my own plan.

I just can't keep up with the changes.

When friends drift away.

Only the photos of that year were left.

When a lover grows old.

Nagging all day.

I found that if I want to make money,

You must learn to be shameless.

Just the enemy around me

However, it is more insidious than a world ruled by diplomas. It's a matter of saving parents' face that you shout at reading, and your grades can prove the teacher's ability to guess questions. Tuition Street sunset reflects bright billboards.

The yellow face reflects the pale eyes.

You sweated through your schoolbag.

It seems that I can't wait to escape from the crowded tutorial street.

Deep myopia stares at the vague future.

The lit cigarette is boring now.

The way you are not allowed in the eyes of others.

As if you don't care about stubbornly existing on your way.

In this crowded tutorial street

You are like an outcast in a world ruled by diplomas.

A person grows up in absurdity.

In this crowded tutorial street

In the world outside tutor street

What is taught in textbooks and what is learned in reality.

It has become a contradictory opposition.

Contradictory opposition

Reading is a matter of saving face for parents.

The grade can prove the teacher's guessing ability.

The way you wander under pressure and expectation.

As if you never had the right to protest.

Who can squeeze into that narrow door?

Who is waiting outside the door?

Who is manipulating this competitive game?

Is education the ultimate goal of education?

In this crowded tutorial street

In a world ruled by diplomas.

You are like an abandoned child when you cheat.

A person grows up in absurdity.

In this crowded tutorial street

In the world outside tutor street

What is taught in textbooks and what is learned in reality.

It has become a contradictory opposition.

The opposite of contradiction You described fickle love in Fireworks by the Danshui River and watched a wonderful fireworks show.

I caught your rare smile.

I suddenly forgot that this was a night of breaking up.

On this bustling freshwater river

Never meet again, never meet again.

Your fickle face is like fireworks,

Only a short moment, a moment.

I watched a wonderful fireworks show.

I accepted your farewell without any attachments.

Suddenly I remembered the oath you made.

On this bustling freshwater river

Never meet again, never meet again.

Your lying eyes are like fireworks.

Only a short moment, a moment.

This year's wonderful fireworks show.

I'm alone. I'm alone.

Now, who are you with? Taking the snail's home as the starting point, you told the hardships and helplessness of the homeless.

Dense high-rise buildings

I can't find my home.

On the crowded street where people come and go

Travel around the world

I have a heavy shell on my back.

Try to climb up.

But I'll never keep up.

Soaring house prices

Give me a small home.

Snail's home

A shelter from the wind and rain

It doesn't have to be too big.

Give me a small home.

Snail's home

A warm home of your own.

Snail's Home You think from the actor's loss of self in "The Actor in Tears", is it necessary for everyone to wear a mask to play a play that they don't want to play?

The applause gradually sounded and the curtain gradually opened.

Another scene is about to begin.

Always involuntarily, no one ever cares.

Work hard for life

I forgot my nervousness and trembling when the light was on.

Forget dignity and persist in bowing your head in reality.

Colorful stage, heavy life.

The crowd gradually dispersed, facing the loneliness of the ending.

Actors, actors don't have their own names.

I played an obscure little role.

Actor, actor forgot his name.

Actor, actor, tearful actor

The applause rang again, as if in a dream.

A long-awaited scene

Whether sad or happy, the protagonist is myself.

All the people laughed and cried with me.

There is no time to rest when you are hit hard.

There is no original self in fame and fortune to bow down.

Luxury, debauchery, profligacy, emptiness and depravity.

Youth gradually dried up, facing the helplessness of awakening.

Actors, actors don't have their own names.

Even if you have played thousands of roles, it is someone else's story.

Actor, actor forgot his name.

Actor, actor, tearful actor

Who is writing this scene of life?

A lifetime of true and false puzzles

Does everyone have to wear a mask?

Put on a play that you don't want to play.

Actors, actors don't have their own names.

I played an obscure little role.

Actors, actors don't have their own names.

Even if you have played thousands of roles, it is someone else's story.

Actor, actor forgot his name.

In "Friends' Paradise", you tell how long you can have wealth and prosperity in a tone of indifference to fame and fortune, and life flies like a dream. You must be laughing at me now.

It's not worth laughing at me

In exchange for a little vanity.

Gave everything.

You must be scolding me now.

Call me at a loss.

How long can prosperity last?

Life is like a dream.

Friends, how is heaven?

I still have the face to live.

There are too many excuses over and over again

Can't find the real reason.

Friends, how is heaven?

I have lived for others all my life.

My applause rises and falls.

No one believes my fragility, my fragility.

Friends, how is heaven?

Finally realized your promise.

Wave one's sleeves without attachment

You can swim anywhere between heaven and earth.

Friends, how is heaven?

It seems that I can only use this greeting.

Remind you to have friends.

In this era of pop songs, there are many good works, but in my heart, you are still the first person who can sing with your heart and inspire your ears.