Chapter 1: 54 Youth Day Poems: Polishing Youth.
The mountain peak polished the night with its majestic back.
The dirt road in my hometown is full of songs from my childhood.
One old man after another.
A figure plowed with rough fingers
The mellow and lazy Chinese characters in my pen
I use the singing posture.
Stand up straight
Stand in a cold-resistant shape in the loneliness of hometown
Standing on my father's tall and thin spine.
No one can insult my Chinese characters.
Because my Chinese characters are full of lines that my mother scratched.
There is a mother at the entrance of the village, with a curved body like a river.
Some children never lie in their childhood.
Some brothers work in other places and reap love with virtue.
There are beautiful mountain girls who stay at home like Mulan.
I deal with China people with young shoulders.
Non-standard Mandarin is in the city center.
Carrying dreams in reinforced concrete
Fast food and steamed bread make me grow.
Grievance and humiliation are never at ease.
The scarred body smelled good when it fell.
I always believe that there will be a place for me to rest tomorrow.
There will be a new sun.
Krew Z Nosa
Polish your dreams
Young footsteps
like splitting a bamboo
friend
Do not hesitate.
Fly bravely with me
Selected Poems of Youth Day: Polish Youth Have you ever heard of the footsteps of youth?
She was flustered but very light.
When I walked gently through the beautiful fields,
Slowly enter the next manor.
Are you lying on the grass of youth?
Whether the back is covered with fragrant soil.
When the sun waves its arms lazily,
You sleep sweetly until the sun goes down.
Have you ever stepped into the gurgling water barefoot?
Fish leisurely pass by your feet,
It smiles at you and says:
Let the years pass?
Did you get a look at him?
Youth is so noisy.
When you stand still,
There are fallen trees swaying in the distance.
Singing,
Sing the mark she gave you,
Indulge in chasing the colorful clouds on that day,
Singing in a low voice on the skirt of youth?
Chapter 3: Selected Poems of the May 4th Youth Day: Polishing Confused Youth,
Like a leaf in the wind;
Erase the typos on the paper with an eraser,
I learned the tone of an adult,
Pretending to be a hero,
Unconsciously, time passes;
Humming a free song gently,
The background is a rainbow in the sunset.
The drizzle washed away the footprints behind him.
A mist rose before my eyes,
Dare to ask?
Whose sky is still blue?
Whose dream is not blue?
Chapter 4: Selected Poems of Youth Day in May 4th Movement: The fingers for polishing youth are too narrow.
The shadow is too thin.
I am on the road to youth, I am extravagant.
suddenly turn round
The vicissitudes of time hurt the waist of youth.
walk around; get around
I healed the scar, but forgot the pain.
time flies
Grow up and mature in the choice of turning point
And I only picked up the memories of the youth version.
The years are safe and sound