All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
Second, it rains in youth, and heaven closes [Editor's recommendation]
1. Morning
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Walk with those indifferent people
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Count how many cold people there are.
2. passers-by
Youth,
That's the only way
Inadvertently, youth won.
Silence again, the water is beating and drifting.
What comes and goes without a trace is the most beautiful story.
The legend of the years,
When stories are condensed into memories
A seal is an eternal label.
3. Lake
Teenagers' imagination,
Dreams in Paradise Garden
Life is a magnificent garden.
Love is the brightest rose.
The future is blue and far away.
Rain in June and drought in July
Sprinkle water and bake at will
Once pure and plain water.
lonely
It's nine o'clock today.
My poem
Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear
Tears in the sky
Has been hit hard on the ground.
My people
Wandering outside the window of heaven
begad
Sleeping in chains at Genting.
5. It won't be Don Quixote, will it
Through heaven
I'm just passing by.
Just myself.
Silence continued in the clearing.
Turn all corners.
Add another dress.
Take a sip of spring water.
Or a person
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Youth smiles like a flower, youth is picturesque and youth is unrestrained like a song. Youth is unwilling to be lonely, no matter what you do, you are full of enthusiasm and energy. This is the charm and charm of youth.
Youth's thoughts are unconstrained and unconstrained, and youth's actions are ingenious. Give me a fulcrum, and I can pry up the earth. This is the arrogance of youth and the confidence of youth.
Youth doesn't believe in tears, falls down, gets up and pats it, fails, and grits its teeth and starts again. Even if you are desolate, it is also the courage and persistence of youth.
Youth doesn't need loneliness. Put my hand on your heart. Hold my hand with your heart. One more friend leads to another road. This is the sincerity of youth and the art of youth.