Modern poetry with the theme of teenagers I:
When the heavy rain flooded the streets of Tokyo, I was still waiting quietly in Paris. The cloud swept across the sky, and you were looking into the distance. The sunset flows like blood to the earth, and I pick up the most beautiful sadness at the cape. The full moon touches the branches like water, and you sing softly at the end of the world. If time is like this, it can only make the memory reverberate clearly, and then stop to say goodbye, my child, please don't hesitate.
Modern poetry with the theme of teenagers II;
The day I met you was the summer solstice, and you came back from the fields. In the twilight, tired shoulders, sweaty faces and unique expressions in the countryside are vivid. Wheat needs to be harvested, land needs to be sown, and your busy pace can't stop for a moment. Sweat nourishes crops and grows and harvests. The days in the countryside are so heavy, you should interpret them. Hold your thick hand in a hurry and look for the past that stays in the depths of time.
Childhood wild strawberries and tender beans have grown into roadside scenery. Too many stories make up our childhood, too many feelings pass through distant memories, vaguely seeing the warmth of those years when we were young, and have been waiting for each other to spread.
Children's tuition, food, daily necessities, explain your belief in life, a cigarette, and explain your simple and simple contentment with the indispensable plot in the countryside. In my village in May, there are always unspeakable melancholy, like ancient stone steps dripping from the eaves. Quietly fold up the solemn folds of the years, stinging my eyes and wetting my eyes and mood.
Modern poetry with the theme of teenagers 3;
I miss, I miss that everything has not left, I miss that everything can start again, and those wishful wishes are reborn on the stem of the spring breeze. I've heard you say that people are not crazy and waste their youth. You should let yourself go once when you are young. You said you were too worried to take a step. You hesitate too long and can't go far. You said everything was fine, but it wasn't what you wanted. You look unwilling and helpless.
You said that your long-cherished dream suddenly woke up, and your eyes were blank and at a loss. What did you say about starting over and never returning to your frivolous self? What did you say about being unhappy? What's the big deal? You also said that you admired me as a girl, and where did I go with my simple painting skills?
Finally, you said, I'm going to set sail for my dream. I don't know where you are going by car. I only know that you left home, and I have never seen you again. I really want to tell you. I have never heard what happened to you. Actually, I really want to hear what you said to me.
You didn't say it, it was a lie! Is it to give yourself a reason to escape? Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. Just make excuses for yourself! Your story, I am a bystander, watching you direct and act, just like a player.
I am the audience and the only listener. I can only applaud you, listen to you tell your past, your hesitation and confusion, your heartache and regret, and watch you fade away, leaving me fidgety, and your theater and story are over.
If there is an afterlife, I hope you can listen to me. Since there are so many forks in the road, you shouldn't choose. Maybe it's right to stay and repeat that scene with you. Why don't you go first? Do you know that I waited for a long time alone under the stage (maybe I was the protagonist)? Hello, goodbye!