Naive nostalgia
When we are busy
The stage of society
Listen to those vulgar words
Look at those utilitarian colors
How much emotion do we have?
I can't help thinking of the past.
When we were kids.
How happy we are.
Classroom campus field market
Everything is so comfortable.
Even that hazy desire
It is also a flawless feeling.
Yes, life.
Only in those days.
Is the most wonderful and lovely.
But then, then.
We don't understand. We don't understand
Alas-
First love, esp for girls.
What time?
I have you in my dream.
I have poems in my heart.
What time?
I am no longer carefree.
Stop putting my diary casually.
I can't remember at the moment.
All I know is that I've been wanting to see you.
Always like being with you.
Together with you
I hope you can borrow an eraser from me.
I hope you want me to solve this problem.
I even thought you would be angry.
You are so beautiful when you are angry.
Every time I see you,
Red face and flat mouth.
My heart is always pounding.
Ah, what is the reason?
What is the reason?
The first flower blooms.
The first flower in life
I always think of it.
Can't help feeling
I have forgotten.
When have you ever liked you?
How many times have you been wandering?
But I remember it clearly.
The moment I walked in front of you
My heart is almost beating out.
Look, I-
A tongue-tied confession
You are too ashamed to lift your head.
I haven't finished yet.
I'm angry.-you're so bad.
He ran away in panic.
The flower of love blooms quietly.
We are very happy and looking forward to it.
But it can't stop the wind and rain.
After the storm
There are only tears in our eyes.
Bury garbage
The first flower in life
There is often no fruit to pick.
But it has its own beauty.
Let people forget it.
pure and sincere love
I don't know, because
Youth is gone forever.
Or too much hypocrisy
Disgusting and helpless
On some sleepless nights
I often think of it.
-Once upon a time.
That love
It was involuntary attention.
Nervous expectations
This is a romantic dream and desire.
Silent thoughts and wandering
It is a psychological state that people are afraid to know and ask questions.
I thought and thought, guessed and guessed.
But I still don't understand.
emotion
Now I understand it deeply.
Understand its value and loveliness.
But only sigh
-Pure love
Why did it disappear so quickly?
So fast
Reflections on campus
I was looking forward to it.
Graduated quickly and grew quickly.
When we really leave.
Go to the ends of the earth.
Only to find that we have too much.
I can't forget it.
At that time, we lived together day and night.
The dormitory is our home.
We discuss social hot spots.
Explore campus culture
Full of lofty sentiments and aspirations
We listen to music and talk about life.
I often play poker for fun.
Remember that time?
You have lost so much, and your face is full of little bastards.
-Everything is so beautiful!
But it's over.
We have passed the prime of life.
Thinking is like the ups and downs of waves.
Beat your heart from time to time
Every drop of water.
This is all our memories.
But this is the reality.
We must face it.
I can only recall the beautiful youth.
Pure friendship
Graduation song
When we wrote it in the yearbook,
Blessing and understanding
We can't help choking.
Between tears
It's a beautiful day and night.
Yes, reading festival.
Concentric knot of white homing pigeon
Our world
How many people are in high spirits?
True love and true care
And homework.
Let's go all out.
The Trend and Development of Campus Culture
Let's think about it.
Controversy and pursuit
But unconsciously,
It's July.
It's time to go our separate ways.
be reluctant to part
But I have to face it.
Ah, pack up. What?
Put away your friendship and learn from it.
Young man, we graduated like this.
Just wave.
since then/from then on
Old schoolbag
The past is like a tide
When I accidentally turn
That shabby schoolbag
I used to carry it on my back.
Come to school.
Seriously accept the teacher's teaching.
I threw it once.
Skip class with classmates.
Go to the fields, Woods and hillsides to play.
I even used it.
A toad was installed.
In order to get her to sit at the same table
Don't look down on us again.
Of course, in the end I had to
Made a profound review.
Touch that old schoolbag.
I can't help laughing.
But I can't feel tear drops.
Because I know, I know.
I will never be young again.
Recalling youth
Pick up this photo.
Look at these familiar faces.
Those carefree days
Those disturbing things.
Suddenly appear in front of you
I saw the classroom in a trance.
How did we get there?
Listen to the lecture and express your opinion.
I can't help thinking of that meadow.
There are countless nights
We watched the stars there.
Weave dreams and look forward to tomorrow.
How could you forget that bedroom?
That's our paradise.
How many times have we been together?
Explore life to the fullest.
Enthusiastically pointing out mountains and rivers
Everything seems to have happened yesterday.
How many years have passed in an instant?
Although there is infinite attachment in my heart.
Youth never reappears.
But I can only write it down.
One beautiful poem after another
As a permanent memorial