Chapter one: For the lost youth, the diary of modern poetry is full of wrinkles.
Spread out the troubles of youth
Old photos of your back.
Reflect the light of youth
There are cicadas chirping on the branches.
Play a charming melody
The playground is very lively.
After many years, the rhyme still exists.
The girl who walked by the window
Confessions in the depths of the undercurrent
A tearful skirt
It's hard to let go after being lovelorn.
Traces of time
Mature peach blossom
Chapter Two: For the lost youth, the memory of modern poetry is always like spring going to Qiu Lai.
inch by inch
Lasting beauty
again and again
beat
Fragile mind
More and more unforgettable
think
this life
It won't happen again.
About; In all parts of; about
Your information
Never stop.
meet with
That will be at that time.
at present
You are close at hand.
but I ...
But in another century.
miss
There will never be an end.
this life
Have good memories.
It is also happiness.
May you be like me.
Happy.
Chapter Three: A Modern Poetry "Flat Waves" to the Past Youth.
A quiet and elegant night
You spread your limbs devoutly.
Memory begins to gnaw at your nerves.
Mottled sideburns open the latch of the soul.
Take out what has been digested in the stomach.
There are stories to digest.
Under the starlight, beside the faint tea rhyme.
Watch them climb to the hut.
A small room full of sunlight.
Watch them weave beams of light.
A beautiful woman's long braid
You tie a long braid on the threshold of the moon.
Weave the tip with a breeze
Enjoy the swing
Memories hatch into adults in this small room.
Crawl, crawl
Chapter Four: To the Past Youth Modern Poetry Youth is getting old, where is love?
How many coins are left in the pocket?
This is a warm snuggling between you and me.
Bittersweet
Secretly tell many secrets.
Youth is getting old, where is the bread?
I forgot to wash clothes for months.
I also forgot to study.
Love you every day, no matter what.
Lazy and dirty
Sleep and go your separate ways.
You said we couldn't leave before dawn.
You said we should be together when we were young.
Have you forgotten?
There is dawn in the night shop.
And youth, already old.
Remember when the moon saw me kiss you?
Remember to take your hand down the long stairs.
How could I forget?
The moon actually has a flowering period.
And youth, already old.