Poems lamenting the lush years

Poems lamenting the lush years

1, rainy nights are indispensable in life-rainy nights alone. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky and tears in the candle. Tears in the sky are audible, but tears in candles are tangible. Only the tears shed on the faces of Sri Lankan people are silent and invisible.

2. In the torrent of life and the world, he is bound to dance aimlessly alone in the afterglow of the west wind like the last dead leaf on the tree in early winter.

3. Looking back on the past years, we are running around in the journey of life, floating on the river of years, and some past events and experiences will always haunt our hearts and hinder our progress.

Time flies so fast that people are at a loss, so they have to look at the daze that once felt beautiful and try to recall the past days, but the memory capacity is limited, no matter how they recall, they can't remember a trace. At this time, you left quietly, which made me feel at a loss. How can I keep you?

5. I hope that the lush years rendered by time can't take away my youthful and frivolous self. I hope that my fingertips touched by the dust of the past can't keep my wild thoughts in my heart, and then I will meet someone indifferently and say gently, you are there.

6. Time goes by inadvertently, and when you open old notes, there are deep feelings and artistic conception between the lines. It seems that I have returned to the ups and downs I have experienced, and the memories of the past are still the same, only a little less melancholy, a little more prosperous and a little more vicissitudes.

7. When you think of a surprise on your trip, the woman who turned away is actually old. Only the memory stays like fog, and the lost time is the woman who is far away.

8. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.

9. Youth passes too fast, even if you catch up, you can't catch up. Sometimes, from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night, you will feel that time flies. Who stole our youth, or did we drive it away ourselves? No one will know. Will invisible people who come and go without a trace be so easy for you to see?

10, life is very busy and I want to keep you, but I don't know what I'm doing. You still walk and pull, without hesitation. The second hand goes bit by bit, a week has passed, a month has passed, and a year has passed! I seem to have done nothing! I had to sigh helplessly. Looking at the falling rain outside the window, I want to get some comfort.