一首诗——献给自己

                                                        我是早晨八九点的太阳

                                                          是三月春光里的花

                                                            人生刚刚起步

                                                             梦想才发芽

                                                               失败了

                                                               不悲伤

                                                           勇敢快步run

                                                               踌躇着

                                                               迷茫中

                                                              伸出右脚

                                                         迈出自己的舞步

                                                              我不是她