Dream, the perfect world
The interweaving of dreams and reality
Give birth to loneliness
Living in loneliness and sinking.
Night, endless darkness, and my world
But there is a stronger sense of security.
Countless nights, I want to cry silently for you.
Tears can only prove his failure.
Trying to squeeze into the crowd.
After that, it's just deeper loneliness.
Face the world with a smile
I just can't get rid of my unhappiness.
But I didn't expect that bitter smile.
Makes you feel more like crying and helpless.
Disappointment is in another world.
Loneliness, own world, eternal beauty.
You can't help me.
Laugh and leave it to ignorance to chew.
Tears, keep them for yourself.
Aesthetic Poetry of Youth: Scenery on the Platform
Waiting on the platform in winter
The wide road is full of cars coming and going.
Hurried on the sidewalk by the roadside.
The buttonwood stood quietly like a soldier.
The strong trunk stretches proudly.
The leaves on the branches are all yellow.
When the wind blows.
The scarf drifted away with the wind.
Turn around and want to pick it up.
Quejian
Pieces of colorful yellow flew away from the branches.
Fluttering in succession
Slow and orderly
Flying like a summer girl's skirt
The cold wind is blowing the Ye Er dance enthusiastically.
Dance to the extreme
aestheticism
Aesthetic Poetry about Youth: What is Youth?
youth
This is a song that never gives up.
youth
This is an endless river.
youth
This is a book that I can never get tired of reading.
youth
This is an endless cup of tea.
youth
It is a peak standing in the forest of the country.
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
youth
This is a tower of knowledge.
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
youth
This is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
youth
This is a bud in bud.
Want to show the world your unique demeanor.
Youth aesthetic poetry: youth without mood
In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly dripping with blood.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
Several birds are jumping under the eaves.
Look this way from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
Aesthetic Poetry about Youth: Perceptual Effort
The tall and straight green life of towering trees
Because of the efforts of staggered roots
Diligent absorption
Development and expansion of enterprises
From the spirit of being the master of mankind.
The concentration of wisdom
Basic corporate culture
But some people spend their lives.
Success always passes him by.
In the competitive era of the law of the jungle
It is not that he doesn't work hard.
Maybe the process itself is a result.
Because success is gorgeous and beautiful.
The most beautiful success
It takes effort, maybe a huge effort.
Got something.
Therefore, some processes are bitter, or worse.
therefore
I learned from failure that it takes strength to win.
Brothers who realize victory.
Failure needs us to face more.
Only in this way can you work hard.
Even if it fails, it's not so bleak.
Flowers bloom, leaves fall and roots fall.
Flowers and leaves have worked hard all their lives.
Still can't escape the life floating away from the tree.
Perhaps there is an understanding of this effort.
Flowers bloom and fall.
Will not feel depressed and sad.
Will return to the roots of the leaves
Because of the hope and long-term efforts in the coming year.
So for the failure of their own efforts
Your heart will become open.
Coarse knots will also become elongated.