Are there any beautiful poems?

I can lock my diary and pen, but why can't I lock my love and sadness? Joy will always fade at first sight, because in a long life, the most urgent thing is the most beautiful time. In the dark, it is your footprints that lead me to wander, and this season, I should let my mood wander. Every day, every poem, cherish what you have. Because I firmly believe that "what you have does not mean eternity, but cherishing it is the best secret." Knowing your mood can't understand you, but the beauty of life lies not in the purpose, but in the process. Just like a person who just bows his head and rushes on, he will never appreciate the scenery along the way. No matter how long the past days are, it will not make you look back confused. It always lingers in the old place, overlooking your cabin from a distance. Gathering is always short-lived; Expectations are always long. How many shining notes are picked up by the stream of years. However, I want to bid farewell to the green campus and go to a strange place. Because I want to learn to be myself and start to forget. In golden times, there are thunderstorms and sunny days. I like the colors that the years have passed, and I like the songs that you haven't sung. Acquaintance, your destiny; Knowing each other is more important than knowing each other. Standing at the intersection of heart and heart, look out: this is a memory belonging to the past. Take off a string of dreams, childhood play, wrapped in colorful clothes. I heard you call my name, and you said it was a classical romance and a feeling of missing. I don't know when it started, there is a kind of mood called drifting, and everything is called transition. It was autumn when I sent you away. Your figure is a sail and my eyes are a river. I want you to stay away from me, put down my troubles and regain my past memories. My heart is meditating on the beauty of tomorrow. You know, there are few people in the world who can't meditate, but they often don't want to meditate, so the strings of thoughts rust. So, I determined my future direction. Youth is a string of lyrical notes, a young heart and the driving force of life-curiosity about the universe. Miss you during the day, miss you at night, miss you every moment in a trance, it seems that there is no difference. Through the valley full of true love and acacia, I know there will be a lush slope leading to the top of the mountain. I know that life must go from beauty to decay. So, I walked the long corridor that I walked with you yesterday. The roses of the past fall petal by petal. I have no tears, but I just turned the page silently. ...