Poetry: Song of Youth

Song of Youth

I fall in love with that running person

Falling in love with his distance , the direction where cornflowers grow

With the fragrance of spring and soul

Holding the letterhead with a green background tightly in his palm

He is on the way to tomorrow

Reading while running, yesterday’s dream:

Plane, castle, drawing board and smiling face

The warm winter wind lifted his eyelashes

I fell in love with the running man

His vision is broad and his steps are firm

A piece of grassland and the singing of a matouqin

Too Light, too light

Cannot reach the place he is looking for

There, the hyacinth quietly bears a fruit

The dandelion has not been blown open by the wind

Lavender blooms with a faint purple color

It is the flower language of sweetness and happiness

I fall in love with the running man

Occasionally, he will too Stop and look

The clear sunshine and dew are in your eyes

Send the lonely birds into the arms of spring

Put the broken willow branches Fell into the soil

Tie the mother’s lost red gauze scarf inside her heart

The running man started to set off again

He continues to run

In the footsteps of chasing, spring and dreams

Raise bright flags in front

With the colors of crape myrtle, fireflies and grapevines

Behind him

The road he walked on

The snow in winter has quietly melted

Spring in the South

Let We put it up little by little

Gently

The festive color of primula red

Such a beautiful lantern

It was made by my mother tonight Glutinous rice balls

One by one, held in the lips and teeth of the first month

Full of sweetness and fragrance

Firecrackers are riding on the warm wind

The new dream shoots loudly

The peach blossoms bloom as soon as they are told

The willows cut out closely next to Xinyan

The gentle fragrance In the boiling birdsong

dissipates into a fragrant river

The moonlight is quiet, like a poem

a small order left behind in this world

< p>Picked up quietly by you

Tonight, the moon is full and the flowers are beautiful

In the Ming Dynasty, the orioles will fly and the grass will grow

In the New Year in Jiangnan

We live by the water and sit together

Spend our best years

Dip in the sweetness of glutinous rice

Drink into a pot of green and red The fragrance

Mother

Gives you carnations, but you say no

Gives you Olay, but you say no

Gives you a washing machine , rice cooker, you are reluctant to use it

You say, if you use it too much, the power will be exceeded

You say that your hands are more reliable than this machine

You What I want is very simple

A broom grass, a clover flower

Heavy sour beans

And a wind-blocking wall made of willows

Say, if you can

Don’t forget to bring the embroidered curtains and apron

This is your simple youth

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Mother, I know

Tomorrow morning

You will go to the water to wash clothes

The gurgling water is transparent, Cool

While washing away stains

it also washes away your appearance

Mother, look up and see

The peach blossoms are blooming in spring

The poem I wrote

and you

are separated by a small river

The Age of Innocence

We The days were once put into a mineral water bottle

That mineral water bottle was once filled with air

From fields, mountains and forests, and a line

You still can’t name it Stream

It is long and deep, like we can’t see the end

Childhood, clear and sweet

This is the feeling you get when you pick up a ladle and drink it out

At that time, the trees all had our eyes

We always played hide and seek around a redwood tree carved with

triangles

You said that if you were asked to be a ghost, you would definitely be the first to catch me

but unknowingly

You lost yourself first