poplar
About the author: Born in 1944, 36 years old. This is a lynx. Living in the desert for a long time, he has carved three long lines and two short articles on his forehead; Because of the blood heat in the brain, my hair has gone bald by about 25%.
People still call me a youth. ......
Ha ... I'm a young man!
I'm young, my God!
Thank you for giving me a furnace that doesn't produce steel.
Seal and sniff out my youth;
Thank you for giving me a refrigerator.
Refrigerate and preserve my soul;
Thank you for giving me the ashes of the burning mountain.
Bury my germ in a deep stream;
Thank you for giving me a diaosi that I can't figure out.
Let me be a cocoon of the river of time.
So I'm young-when my poems
When you appear in front of people,
Like the sheepskin pockets of Kazakh herders.
Fermented yogurt is as fresh as yogurt!
..... Ha, I'm a young man!
I am young, my Hu Da!
Like countless young companions of mine—
Youth is lost in the desert,
Only the ding-dong camel bell hypnotized me;
Youth is exposed to the scorching sun,
There is only one dried apricot that tastes terrible.
The bald forehead may be a mound that has long been abandoned.
Curved wrinkles may be random parabolas.
I was young when we came back.
In spring,
You look at me, I look at you,
Ha ... we all have the characteristics of a generation!
As a young man,
Participated in numerous youth conferences,
To tell the truth, I don't doubt my condition when I was young.
Thirty-six years old, MINUS "ten",
Just ... no, the group is only over a year old!
The author of Scream
He was older than us,
Compared with those who never get old during the Long March,
Young soldiers,
We are just a "children's group"!
..... Ha, I'm a young man!
Irony? And laugh at yourself,
Bitter taste is spicy-salty.
Motherland!
You should feel sorry for a child like you,
Or is your child like this?
Should feel bitter for you?
I often look at naive children,
Stranger, I also caressed my rosy little face.
They looked at me strangely, tilted their heads,
Like a flock of birds watching dinosaur eggs.
They're gone, they're gone,
Maybe you are going to be young,
I only have the footsteps of my heart trembling slightly. ......
..... No, I have to tell my country:
The most precious thing in the world,
Nothing is more important than the autonomy of youth!
I love, I want to, but I'm not jealous.
I cry, I laugh, but I don't complain.
I am ashamed, I am ashamed, but I will not give up.
I am angry, I hate, but I don't lament.
Since this special era,
It has become a special concept of youth.
I will say to the blue sky, I am-youth!
I'm a young man-
My blood vessels will never be blocked by sand;
I'm a young man-
My pupils will never be covered with fog.
My bald forehead is a piece of Yuan Ye in early spring.
My wrinkles are the starting point of a big river.
I'm not an alcoholic, I don't want to dream during the day;
I am not an old woman, sighing for the New Year;
I'm not a turtle. I sleep longer and live longer.
I am an eagle-there is ambition in the clouds!
I am a horse-with a saddle on my back!
I am a bone-there is calcium in the bone!
I am Khan-there is salt in sweat!
Motherland!
Because you have too many disabilities.
Put us in the youth echelon,
We have young people and middle-aged people-shoulder to shoulder!