Modern poetry of seventeen years old

Seventeen-year-old modern poetry 1 in its prime,

A radiant face,

Full of energy,

A carefree mood.

At the age of seventeen, we are like galloping horses.

Ride freely

At the age of seventeen, we are like the rising sun.

Radiant.

At the age of seventeen, we are like flawless paper.

White and flawless.

At the age of seventeen, we are like eagles spreading their wings.

Soaring in heaven.

Seventeen years old, rainy season,

Seventeen years old, hazy age

At this time, our thoughts in "Seeds of Love" are as hazy as rain.

But also full of ideals, bid farewell to the past.

Youth in flower season, youth in rainy season;

When we were seventeen, we went from ignorance to maturity.

Don't recall what you once had.

The scenery on the trip is beautiful,

But you can't stop because of the scenery on the road.

Don't forget,

The most beautiful scenery is at the end of the road.

Once met, once fell in love,

Once stayed in each other's lives.

But who knows it was just one time? ...

Seventeen-year-old Modern Poetry 2 I really want to go back to the summer of seventeen.

Still wearing that white skirt.

The sun burned my face.

laboured

The milk ice cream in your hand is gradually melting.

Rhubarb dog in the yard stretched out his long tongue.

Stare at me.

Wagging one's tail

Can't wait to talk to me.

When everyone is taking a nap.

Sit under the poplar trees at the door to enjoy the cool.

Sit quietly in the cool folding chair.

Close your eyes.

lie on one's back

Listen to the wind blowing the leaves.

Listen to the big cry of the little donkey who doesn't farm next door.

I will also sit on the courtyard wall behind the house and look at the lush crops.

The warm wind caressed my long hair.

The corn branches rustled.

Seems to whisper softly in the breeze.

I sit on the lawn of the vegetable garden.

Barefoot

Red, orange, yellow and green on the persimmon shelf.

Beautiful flowers or women.

For example, my seventeen.

plump

crystal?clear

My seventeen years old

A brief past in memory

Even if there are imperfections.

Are very pure and pure youth.

No disguise

Don't hesitate.

It's just that life always grows.

Both seventeen-year-old beauty

And the tenacity of 27 years old.

37-year-old wonderful

You smile

look back

Fanhua diandian

This beautiful era ...

Write this simple poem in memory of my seventeen years old. I will never forget that year, Na Yue, that person, that mood. ...